If only I could lock all my emotions in a box and lock it, I would. And I would keep it hidden until someone finds it with the right key and open it and give them back to me.
How I wish....
Having these emotions are getting in my way. Both good and bad. In the good side, they make me strong, sociable and me! On the bad side, they make me a bad person and dark inside!
Warning! What you may read may be inappropriate for some ages. What you are about to read is only a fictional and not true story. TAKE NOTE: FICTIONAL and NOT TRUE!
I opened the door and saw that the room was dark. The light coming from behind me illuminates the part of the floor. I stepped in and closed the door behind me. Now, I'm all alone while being consumed by the darkness. I extended my hands and grabbed anything that I can feel. I felt the long table covered by something soft and fluffy. I moved my hands across the table...suddenly, something sharp brushed along my palm. I can't see it, but I know that my palm is bleeding. I closed and opened my palm and I can feel that warm sticky liquid on my skin. "A knife" I told myself. I grabbed the handle of the knife and without any second thought, I aimed at my heart and started digging. Harder and harder each time, deeper and deeper I dug. I could feel that warm sticky liquid on my dress. Then finally, I got hold of my heart. It was still pounding and beating loudly. Which means it's still alive. I held my heart at my left hand and using my right hand, I felt for the refrigerator. Then finally, I opened the freezer and put my heart in there. I was getting weaker and weaker each time. I lay on the floor breathing heavily... My whole life flashed before me as I drifted deeper into the darkness. I covered my left chest wherein it left a hole and it's bleeding. Then the door swung open. I opened my eyes and saw a silhouette of a guy standing in the door way. He sound so frantic and worried as he shout my name. He flipped the lights on and I squinted at the light. I could feel his footsteps going towards me. Then his hands held me. He took my right arm which was covering the hole. I managed to open my eyes and look at him. He had a first aid kit with him. He treated the wound left by the knife but he didn't sew the hole. Unexpectedly, he opened the freezer and took my heart out. It was barely beating now. Just then, he blew into it. And it made the beating of my heart stronger. And it made its color more lovelier and more bloody red. :) I knew just then...he blew love and life into it. Slowly, carefully, he returned my heart into its proper place and stitched the hole. I closed my eyes and I can feel him carry me. A day later I woke up at the hospital. When I opened my eyes, I saw him looking at me full of love and care. He smiled at me. I remembered the stitches he gave me. I gently touched the location of my heart and I felt love, care and happiness. When I looked around the room, I saw a friend of mine. "How did I live?" I asked her even though I knew the answer. I need to hear it again. "You lived because of his strong LOVE for you. He blew life and love into your heart again." I smiled and looked at him. He was smiling. "You saved me. You saved my heart...my life." I told him. "You had saved me too, you know." he replied. "How?" I asked. "A day before you entered that dark room and took your heart out, you had saved me." he explained. "What?How?" I asked again. "You found me in my room, holding my heart. I was gripping it and a knife was on my other hand. You called out my name and told me to stop. You ran to me and grabbed the knife out of my hands. I was crying. You hushed me down and kneel beside me. You told me, that everything's going to be alright. That someday, I will find my true love. You took my heart from my right hand and told me to lie down. I did what you told me, I lie down. You blew into my heart and I knew, right then, that you blew LOVE and LIFE into it. And I knew, you were my true love. Slowly, you put my heart back into place and stitched the big hole I made. You took care of me for a day. When I woke up, I was feeling strong and Loved. You told me you'll be right back but then you didn't. That's when I knew you took your heart out too. Why?" he explained as I listen. "I took it out because I knew, no one's going to love me truly. But when you saved me, I knew, there was still someone who cares and love me." We smiled at each other. Now our hearts are refilled with Love and Life, by someone who really loves us. :)
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