Pandora Jupiter
Daily Full Pleasure
The land of Jupi's immortality, in front of the magnificent tower, dust mist carried by the wind smashed into the body from various directions that changed its direction several times. Wearing goggle glasses to protect the eyes from it, I faintly saw what was in front of him. So quiet and silent except for the sound of strong wind.
Regardless of the surroundings, I dug the ground with my bare hands, soiling it into my nails. A few chunks of land on the side formed a small mountain. The hole that was dug short was only a few feet high enough to fit in a pocket watch that I pulled out of the white shirt pocket.
There for a moment I saw him, the only relic of my brother. He who has left me, why should I waste my time looking for him?, even if he meets him, he will surely throw me away. After all, for many years, the bond must have been broken a long time ago. The same blood is not enough to connect the two of us. I had to forget it, because I no longer needed this to get on with life. I have people who love me sincerely, filling my heart with warm feelings.
“I'm sorry Brother Cihaya, I'm sorry Dad, I'm sorry Mother. I'm sorry”. cries wet my face, tight chest.
“For me you should have died, painful memories, I forgot everything, and will continue like that because I am not that strong. I want to be reborn as the new Yupikha Siona”.
I put my pocket watch into the hole, bit by bit the ground covered its shape, the clock hand there kept moving no matter what happened to him. It is shaped like a mound, somewhat different from other lands. But all of that will be wiped clean not for a short time.
I stood facing the tower.
“I let you go, I don't want to look for you anymore, that's enough. No reason for me to do it”.
“Pandora Jupiter. Goodbye”.
Suddenly there was another blurry and shaky vision of my body, a view like tilted to the right, there the figure of a woman appeared in shadows. My head hurts so much it feels like it's being pierced by dozens of sharp needles, but I'm forced to stay sober.
Doppelgaenger myself, he came to me again and said
“So, that is the path of destiny you take. Escape from the past, forget everything that is considered painful, avoid fear, only accept happiness, in the end you are the same, an existence that does not want to understand, mastered by fear to try to understand, and only accept happiness, losing courage in fear of a change. apathy closes eyes and ears without wanting to know the real”.
“A-I ran away, what's wrong with that?!, what nonsense are you saying, you don't know anything about what I've been feeling all this time”.
“In this way did you really achieve your happiness?”.
“It... t-of course I'm happy!”. surprised me like a question on target, turned my eyes away from him, why? I began to doubt everything I had experienced and felt all along. No, obviously I'm happy with this. I don't have to think about anything painful, scary. Living in anxiety and anxiety. My loneliness was also healed without me noticing. It's not a lie, that's how I thought. Why should I feel pain and misfortune, what is my fault, I also want to live a happy life without pain.
“Let me put it this way, get away from me!!”. I yell at him.
“So ya”.
Slowly he disappeared, a thick misty gust of wind blocked the view, watching my surroundings there was no one here.Will he really not see me anymore? I don't know why it makes me feel a little sad.
“Really...I don't understand my own feelings”.grasping the shirt in my chest, tears falling on the ground where my pocket watch I buried.
I was alone in a vast field filled with ruins. The clock has shown at 10 minutes 42 seconds 31, December 12, 3032, my 15th year was clearly displayed on a mysterious giant clock tower.
A week has passed since the day I made the biscuit cake together with Aunt Margaret, day after day so peaceful and pleasant. I have Mika's sister, the foster sister who has been with me since childhood. Diane, the woman I admire. My friend Rio.The people of the village who always accept my existence. spend time in a day full of warmth. This is what makes me happy, I think so, that's why I was here burying my brother's pocket watch and decided to stop keeping it, forget all my ties to those who only bring pain and suffering.
I came home riding the autoped I borrowed from Uncle Alberdo. Hovering some distance from the ground, without wheels leaving the rocky dirt field towards the village.about half an hour drive finally looked residential in my quiet village. I went downstairs and took him to Uncle Al's place, there's no one here.
I put down my autoped and left the clock shop unnoticed, because I borrowed it before without saying anything to him.
“Maybe he went somewhere”. I walked out to the shower whose color looked a bit strange, which was dark red. That's why I'm curious to get closer.
“This... mixed with blood”. a little surprised, I felt a bad feeling, then analyzed what was around him, it was true that a hand covered in blood appeared from behind the shower, and, I walked slowly step by step around him so that I could see clearly what was behind the shower.
Shutting my mouth, my legs trembling, an old man leaned against the shower, drenching his submerged lower body. White eyes that were half-closed and also mouth open, bloodied from the hole in the forehead flowing down. Grandfather of the confectionery shop owner who often gave me candy. A week ago even he encouraged me who moody. Now lying lifeless made me sit down because my feet were limp and my face could not believe what I was seeing. What the hell is going on here? I thought it was only an hour and a half that I was in the tower, and there was nothing strange about it.
“Haa.. haa..”. breathed a heavy sigh, my voice that wanted to scream was unable to come out, so psychologically shocking was it made. He was killed with a gun right through his brain. A dented bullet casing stuck in a shower of cement behind his body. My head was dizzy and almost lost consciousness, but I tried to hold it.
I stood up, staggering to the house behind me, Uncle Sam's bakery. I have to tell her what happened to Grandpa Yoda. The door was half open, the room was dark with bread in the glass cabinet neatly arranged, but the smell of blood dominated the room.
At the end of the corner, uncle Sammy and his wife Dahlia sat stiffly side by side hugging each other in terrified expressions. Just like what happened to Yoda's grandfather. With just one bullet through his head, he no longer breathed.
“Blurp...ukkh..”. I held my mouth that wanted to vomit, swallowed it back. Tears just came out before there was even a sense of wanting to cry. I want to get out of here.
Being in front of Aunt Marga's house, I fell silent at the door. I don't want to see this horrible thing any further, but at least I want to see someone survive. Rather than saving, from the bottom of my heart, I wish to be saved by someone from this state, my cowardly and weak self helpless, I am incapable of protecting anyone.
I opened the door. Entering his house, so quiet. I don't like this kind of atmosphere, making me fed up with the feeling of anxiety and anxiety filled with endless fear. My hands trembled I saw it when I reached the kitchen, the usual place where aunt Margaret made cakes because of her hobby of cooking. Now the place of his death is lying in a down position, the back of his head is hollow and blood floods around the bottom of the head. I turned around without having the courage to approach.
“My house.. Brother Mika”. I ran panting towards there. Mikayla Shirla, my half-sister. She adopted him as her adopted daughter. He who lives together accompanies me from solitude, cooks for me, cleans my room, is a bit chatty but always kind to me. At least I hope he's okay.
“Please..”.pray inwardly, running non-stop, falling I was forced to get up again despite hurting my knee for it. I can't really care about the physical pain. The psychological pressure I am currently experiencing will certainly be destroyed if my expectations are not in accordance with what is in reality.
“Kak Mika”. is the one who now occupies my sister's room, Cihaya. That's why I looked for it the first time, slowly the door opened, but it was empty nobody, the room was neat and clean. Then turn around to inspect each room slowly. My room, even the second room of my parents that I collapsed just to make sure, I have never been in the same room for a long time without change since they died.
After the whole place nothing happened, giving a somewhat relieved feeling, but was overwhelmed with anxiety at not seeing his figure. At least I hope I don't find it as a corpse that's going through the same thing as the villagers.
“Is sister Mika back at the orphanage again?”. I wonder in my mind where she is.
My mother had an orphanage where many orphans were there, not here, but in another village. That's why Mika's sister sometimes stayed there to help take care of them like a week ago, the day I found the first clue about the time tower when dismantling the pocket watch. He was still there and came home the next day.
“No way Mika's sister went back to the parlor without telling me. But I don't want him here and die as horribly as the people in the village. Hope your sister Mika is okay”.
Last I went to the library, which was closer to my house than the village. I'm worried about Diane, she's also a valuable person to me.
Arriving, from the library door, a cloaked person came out from there. His entire body was covered by a plain black robe until his face protected the veil. He lowered his head when he realized my existence, putting aside a bit of his body.
From the movement of his right hand wearing a black glove under a cloak poked out a weapon. But before that I had pointed a gun at him first. I can't believe that Uncle Al's Revolver in my waist bag from a week ago will be used to threaten a murderer. If there's no bullet in it, there's only one.
“You.... who has killed everyone in the village, right?!”.he just kept quiet.
“A long-haired woman in this library. Did you kill him too?!”. he still did not answer me.
“ANSWER ME!!”.out of my patience, I yell at him.
“.…”. His calm attitude made me feel annoyed. Does he not understand his current situation. I'm here full of wrath, holding back, my arms agitated to shoot him. Does he think this little girl he saw doesn't have the courage to pull the trigger. After everything he took away from me, I have nothing left. In my heart there is only hatred, the desire to take revenge.
But an unexpected situation occurred, he threw away his gun making my eyes reflect following his throw, exactly with mine. Exactly the same revolver. I immediately looked back at him. After I thought he would run towards me and drop me with martial arts, but nothing like that happened.
Then why did he throw his own gun away even though I hadn't ordered it. Did he have another weapon?, then he raised both hands, finally unscrewing the veil, showing his true face without hesitation.
“.… Lying,.. this is impossible... why?.”.do not believe what I saw was someone I knew very well, he was the perpetrator of all this?. Is that true? I was so shocked that the gun fell to the ground from my trembling hand. He knew this would happen when he revealed his identity, I shouldn't have let go of my grasp. I immediately sat down limp trying to take back my gun but why can't I do it, just keep falling over and over again, watching my two hands wobbling unbearably.
I turned to look up at him, he just looked at me with an expressionless look at me that looked so pitiful. Never expected it, He would do something like this, what the motive was, the purpose behind all this I can't guess. He really couldn't have done this I thought, maybe just a misunderstanding.
However, he stepped slowly towards me. I saw him scared without being able to move or say anything. He took the gun in front of me, checked the contents of the bullet and then pointed it just a few distances from my forehead.
“Sorry, Yupi”.
***BEET!!!**
Accompanied by an apology, the sound of an explosive bang blared without a tapper, the pace of the bullet casings penetrating right in the middle of my head. Without hesitation he pulled the trigger just like that. My body fell on the ground, the moment that I felt was a world that slowed down as if time was running longer than others.just a few milliseconds my brain began to stop working, and, seeing his face turn to the shadows of the sky. Then darkness enveloped me. My body was so cold that it finally lost its sensitivity. Death will take me, I will die, the end of my life, until the end of death I am so weak-hearted, unable to save anyone. A fair price for what's happened in my life all this time, I've had enough, this is okay for me, I'm tired. The end of the happy life I have chosen.
Actually, I've been waiting for this day for a long time, the day that the punishment is worth it for me, for preferring to forget everything. The taste of the bitter truth that I don't want to know.
Lying and lying to yourself.
Being touched by Feelings-
the most honest form of gift, also prone to being fooled.
“.…”.
”….”.
“.…”.
Bad End - Happy Everyday Life
