It's already 8 in the morning. The rays of the sun are gently touching my skin, the birds are chirping from afar, and everything in my surrounding is getting vibrant. I am outside of a room waiting for someone. As preparation for this interview, I dress up well and prepared a pen, and paper as well that contains the questions.
A moment after, a man called me and gave his signal that I can finally enter the place. I don’t have any idea who he is but I can feel that he’s kind. I stand up to the chair I am sitting in, gently pats my clothes, and followed him.
I opened the door and I am lowkey surprised by what I’ve seen; a long hallway with no other doors except at the end of it. The man who called me perhaps noticed my reaction and giggled a bit. I just disregard it and continue walking.
He talks a lot. I am happy that he is comfortable with me but I just don’t like it when people I don’t know, randomly share something about themselves. I mean it’s awkward and don’t know what to react or say. Should I smile? Should I feel amazed? Should I laugh?
Anyways, we finally reached the only door and the man opened it for me. I thank him and bowed after.
When I walk through the entrance, I am greeted by a pleasant and relaxing environment. I'm addicted to the ambiance; I haven't felt this calm in a long time. When someone prodded me, I was currently drifting out. I turned around and saw a toddler smiling back at me. I finally saw him, the kid I adore, again.
He smiled and invited me to go to the distant seat. I greet him and engaged in a little chitchat before asking him the questions I prepared.
What do you want when you grow up?
“Hmmm, I want to be a meteorologist! I want to give a warning to anyone if there’s an incoming typhoon, save them from danger. They are heroes! Aside from that, their equipment is so cool! Imagine that a device that can predict the weather for tomorrow or in the coming days. They also have equipment that can see the planets and stars and other celestial bodies floating around our universe. I wonder if they already see aliens...”, He just keeps on talking. The shine on those eyes tells how innocent he is.
I wish I am this child who has a distinct image of the thing he wants to be in the future.
What makes you happy?
"My family and friends, cartoon network, gentle morning breeze, moon and stars, the clouds that can form different shapes and images, and my toys", his answers were simple and direct to the point.
I wish I am this child whose simple things are enough for him to be happy.
Are you happy right now?
"Why should I not be happy? The world is wonderful today. Just look at this place, it's so peaceful. The birds, butterflies, the trees. The weather is also nice!"
I wish I am this child whose concept of happiness is just simple.
We simply continue to converse with one another. He'll ask me random questions about myself now and again, and I'll boldly answer them.
I remember a query that I failed to write down in the middle of a conversation: why did he leave so abruptly? I decided to ask him.
Why did you leave all of a sudden?
His smile gradually morphed into something I can't put my finger on.
It took him a while before answering.
"I don't really know. Why don't ask yourself?", I am now staring at confusion.
"I'm not sure what you're talking about. Why am I here? You're the one who's been missing for a while. You abandoned me in a world I don't comprehend. A universe that is both dismal and confusing. ", I replied.
"I didn't leave you. You choose that world, that perspective, those emotions. I never leave. You killed me!", after that, he began to cry. I am just there shock at what he said.
A moment later, he then shouts incessantly, causing my ears to bleed. The once pleasant environment has become dull, lifeless, and chaotic. He began running in terror, shouting incessantly at a high pitch.
I'm terrified and I found myself fleeing. However, nothing is visible to me. Even though my eyes were open, it felt as if they were close together. I kept running until I was caught by an unknown entity who covered my mouth and nose till I passed out.
All of sudden, I found myself on the bed crying. It was a dream but it feels surreal.
Its been 8 years since that child lost in me. I want that kid to come back! I miss him, I miss my old self.
If I can just explain that I didn't kill him intentionally. The world has forced me to do it. I have no choice but to transform into something I didn't like because being a child has no room for this cruel word. Their innocent smile and mind can do nothing, they often disregarded.
Is it my fault?
Author's note:
This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental.
This prompt is inspired by @meitanteikudo and I don't even know if this entry is qualified 😂.
Who is the most interesting person for you(living or dead)? Why do you think is that person interesting? Suppose that you can interview that person, how will it go, or what will be the questions you will be asking in the interview?
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I apologize for the unorganized and rushed nature of the story; I am now experiencing writer's block. I hope this makes sense.
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Funny because it's relateable to intense dreams we've all had at least once and then wake up.
I've actually been able to experience that childhood again through my kids. Which I am forever grateful for.
(^_^)