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Monday, 15 August 2016

THE PEN PAL SERIES (EPISODE 4)



RECAP
She was the only girl and since she was casualmanda, a nickname she was given by her bully brothers, she wasn’t really treated in any special way, just the usual way a last child would be treated. She hadn’t earned it. She wasn’t exceptionally pretty. As a matter of fact, she was pretty ordinary. She was one of the pack, her father’s pet, her brother’s prey and her mom’s pet project.

EPISODE FOUR
 
Her mom refused to believe she was not girly enough to want to do all the girly things she wanted. Whenever her mom wanted to go to the boutique, Marylyn just wanted to stay home. When mom wanted to go to the saloon, Marylyn just wanted to stay home. When mom wanted to go grocery shopping, Marylyn just wanted to stay home. So basically, she just wanted to be at home all the time. 

She wasn’t lazy, on the contrary she was a really hardworking child and her mom was grateful for that every day since all her sons were too manly to want to assist her with any of the chores. Marylyn was simply a shy child who didn’t have much friends. She was the daughter of a rich man so there were always teens eager to be her friend but she just didn’t know how to communicate with them. 

She had drowned herself in her books so she had good grades and it was with these grades and hope that she had taken a bold step to walk up to her father on one fateful day to have ‘The Conversation’.

“Dad, good afternoon” She said as she entered his study. He looked over his reading glasses at her, causing him to take his attention off the prints on the daily newspaper he had been in the process of reading. She always wondered why he liked doing that. It made him look like some sort of professor. Her dad would have made a great professor due to his stern reputation in the house and in his profession.

He was a Surgeon, a renowned one who had won many awards and written even more books. She had never finished any of them. They were bombarded with so many biological names that her brain always turned to mush somewhere in the process of reading. 

He was a well-built man of 6ft 2inches and towered over her mother’s 5ft 7inches frame. He was blessed with a fair complexion which her brothers had inherited. In his days, he had been popular among his peers. On the contrary, her mom was a petite woman but was also a fair lady. She was also pretty.

Friday, 5 August 2016

MIE CUPA

I don't have to ask. Somehow I just know. It might be in the way she doesn't try to hide her tears. It may be in the way her right fingers keep playing with her gold wedding ring. Or maybe it's how she smiles painfully when asked if she's alright. Whatever is may be, I just know. Mie Cupa "I did it to myself".

It's what I can read in her eyes. It's the same mantra of my own inner demons. I've been there, I'm still here. I'm laying right beside her. My secret still unknown. I'm the watchful eyes that observes her every move. Even the doctors don't see what I see. They never will. They're doctors. Not crazy like me.

We share a ward, she and me. We have different beds and different tales. But here we are. Two pitiful patients with a bandaged wrist to tell our stories.

Here I am, watching her, my very own soap opera. They say I'm crazy. Maybe I am. But she's not. She's just struck dumb with her secrets, just like me. I've decided to play along with the lot of them. Bang my head here or there. Throw a tantrum when I desire. Beat up other patients. In worse cases, try to take my life.

The latter is common these days. I do it just so I can meet her. This woman with the gold wedding ring. The one without visitors. The one who has caught my eyes and stirred up emotions I thought I had never had.

Her painful smiles squeeze my heart so fiercely I have to look away. But not for long because I can't spare a moment of not seeing her. Her beauty has become a drug to my insanity. I'm not crazy but Mie Cupa "I did it to myself".

My facade has gone on long enough. I'm the pathetic attention seeker too weak hearted to try to get better. I've resigned myself to my fate of depressive phases. I've lost my way over the years and reality seems too obscure to me. Well, until I met her.

Her tears run down her cheeks like the Nile and I want to wipe them away. But alas! The nurses are watching. 'The crazy man cannot do that.' They think I'm dangerous. The pack of them! But Mie Cupa "I did it to myself".

Now all I do is stare and as I'm being led out to my mental jail, the ward for my kind. I plot my next suicide mission. Maybe a stab to my thigh. Or a drug overdose.

While I drag my feet away from her. I cannot help but wonder, maybe I'm crazy after all. Anyways, what's new? It still lies a sad case of Mie Cupa. For I, Andy McBelth, did it to myself.