1 Life And Death

Life And Death

As the night came close and the sun comes down I walk in an alley watching the beautiful scenery, an Intersection is nearing and an Individual comes out of the intersection and just when I pass this individual I am pushed but as I struggle to prevent me from falling down a voice reaches me "give me all your stuff".

I do not respond and just attack by pushing followed by a kick, and just when I am about to give the finishing blow a painful feeling came from my abdomen the searing pain numbs my body which resulted in me falling down to the ground I feel cold and slowly assumes the position of a fetus the colour of crimson shrouds my body as I slowly close my eyes wanting to sleep.

I open my eyes and think Love, something that has always been a thing I could never understand 18 years of experiencing this life has been making me think where and when will I encounter "love" the number of movies, anime, manga, religion and novels have described "love" as something that will come to you and that its all up to faith for me to find the "one" I'm looking for yet 18 years of waiting I start to question do I leave it up to faith? or Is faith something that I have to work for? And now I've realized The faith that I have waited for so long has already passed and one of these encounters started in the young and fun life of grade 8 and it all started when I did a scene from a book that I barely read due to being in middle school not being able to fail in class.

Well from what I can remember the project was to change a piece of a play a little bit and explain why the little change of the story can completely turn the story in another direction and I remember the real story was that the character gets stabbed because he resisted in being mug call it bravery or stupidity but I guess its the latter anyway the new scene we made was the character gives his stuff without any hesitation in which do note that I was not involved in the planning nor was I given the option to choose my partners as I was away on the day the roles were given due to the same reason for not caring and I will always regret this moment of plans not being given because this experience is something I will never forget the time I met this girl.

Anyway the story consisted of 3 people, me and 2 other girls one was really silent and the other was very friendly that I got along and talked with from time to time as I liked being active especially in recess where I played tag with the non-cool kids side and she was in the coolish people which I only communicated during the cold winter where I'm not as active or in classes.

But basically I didn't talk much with her and considering that she was pretty it held me back even more from approaching and talking to her in a normal conversation as this was in grade 8 and although I was mature in most topics one thing that did not develop well was talking to girls that I was specifically attracted to. So, of course, atypical immature way whenever I talk to girls I was attracted too was to either hurt their feelings or be unable to cooperate with them, in general, is to be disrespectful.

So back to the scene, I was talking about of course it had the main character who is a good boy cowlick hairstyle a mugger with a leather jacket and of course a police officer. Grade 8 had a trend which was to switch the common roles like instead of me being the bad guy mugger I became the good boy and the pretty girl is the mugger and the police is, of course, the silent girl because you need strong communication when you are a police officer.

Now in this play this is where my crush started on this girl that went all through my middle and high school days because the play gave me information about her and her kindness to other people that really got me to like her, even more, she had characteristics that only made me attracted to her and this attraction gave me a big problem.

In the play because it had a close up scene which involved with me being pushed to the ground and she had her prop "knife" towards my neck asking for my money while all of this is happening she is on top of me which of course since I was a pretty good actor both in the scene and to this memorable moment.

I did my best not to show all of my affection towards her and note that we had to practice this scene like 20 times because of course, I did not cooperate at first that it got to the point that she even told the student teacher that I didn't wanna be pushed down and cooperate to their scene that almost gave me a detention and so of course I have an excuse and that is I didn't wanna get my jordans wrinkled (Air Jordan 3 "Fire Red" these were my first pair of Jordans).

but obviously that excuse didn't work and so over time the more we practice the more I started to enjoy talking with them even more and just to show how much I was into this project because of her was that in the final stage nervousness came to me both due to my feelings to this girl and public presentation, time froze the curtains reveals me walking in the "alley" that I was supposed to be killed in a different world.

And as I approach an intersection a very beautiful mugger enters my field of vision from the intersection and slowly approaches me and just as I'm about to pass her I am pushed by an aggressive force and puts me down I am horrified in the ground of what is occurring and both of my hands are held by one of her arms and a knife is held close to my throat and a soft voice came to my ear "give me all your stuff".

I stare into her beautiful eyes that seemed to be hours for me but only lasted in seconds, I immediately respond with a Hoarse voice due to fear "I'll give you everything"

I am picked up and pushed against the hard wall and my body is searched with soft delicate hands as I tremble in fear of my life, a siren is heard from a distance that is approaching quickly in which the mugger panics and runs to the best of her ability to leave the area and just when the police arrives the suspect is gone with me still shocked of what occurred and the scene concluded.

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