Rinai Rain
Part 6: Ghosts of the Past
Part 6: Ghosts of the Past
Farel Star POV
That memory is back in my mind. All I see is a gray shadow like a movie in an old cinema. Slowly the shadow was no longer gray, but began to color until I could see it clearly.
I ran around without a purpose. I looked around, standing my friends who were wrapped in gray uniforms. Screams of insults were thrown everywhere, blaspheming each other indistinctly. I was just stunned in my own dreams without knowing to do anything.
My sweat began to pour on my forehead. This skin feels numb in the scorching sun. The typical mirage I clearly saw in front of the group holding various blunt weapons.
What are they doing? I can only murmur in my heart. Something I felt in my hands, hard yet light. A solid block of wood when I hold it.
I look back around me. Not only am I holding a gun, but my other friends. Including him, the person I met when I was in Junior High. He is no longer a loser. He stood like a knight ready for battle.
"They almost raped our high school girls, can't be forgiven" he said firmly. I heard her breathing was no longer regular. His tall body is ready to hit anyone who comes across.
I remember this, the events of 2014 that became my experience of holding those cold irons. This dream has been repeatedly twisted and I always realized in the middle of this dream, precisely when he said the same thing.
Suddenly, my emotions ran unbearably high. My eyes were as if burning staring at the group of High School kids in front of us. That's right, they kidnapped one of our high school girlfriends.
"Azka, you protect Farel from being carried by the machete. We don't want our chairman to get his sabetage" said one of my other friends. In his hand was a long crowbar that became his mainstay every time we fought like this.
"If a cop runs, I don't want my friends to go into a place like that, you know?" They nodded at my words.
We all screamed and ran. My feet hit all the enemies in front of me. Many times the wooden blocks in my hands hit their bodies. Azka beside me was busy protecting me from all sorts of attacks.
The rest of the friends did not care about the burning sun. Their spirit of revenge flared up as my screams moved them. Back to how to be a respected leader. Everyone was protecting me, while I was in the front line pushing them backwards.
One by one the opponents had escaped. I saw Azka was still busy beating up the remaining ones. I put my beams down to celebrate this victory. Unexpectedly, suddenly a scream came to me. He and his wooden block tried to harm me. This dream slowed his time.
Azka. His body drowned in the paved streets. I tried to resuscitate him, but my efforts were in vain. The impact on his head was hard enough to knock him unconscious. Police have arrived at the location. They were chasing after anyone they saw. The only thing I thought about, was saving Azka to that little stall.
"Please hide my friend, sir," I asked the old man and I left. Not a few meters from the shop, I was arrested by the police.
"Basar kid doesn't know himself ..." Those words echoed as I was behind bars. The word continues to echo until it is unbearable. I bowed while holding both ears hoping the voices would disappear.
"Haaaa hush!" I shouted in that dream. My feelings were mixed with anxiety. It's hard to explain. All I see is an old man staring at me. Missing and fearing being one is not good until I am awakened by someone.
"Farel, it's okay. Wake up, there's nothing to worry about." He hugged my head and rubbed my tangled hair. My school uniform was soaked in cold sweat.
My consciousness has not fully recovered. I look forward to seeing the book of novels I've read lying on the table. My eyes were on that woman. Still seems unclear to me. My mind immediately flashed a woman named Alvia. The woman once put her hand against the rain that fell a few days ago. The long-haired, round-eyed woman.
"Alvia," call me. My mind is still half conscious. What I see is still vague.
"Farel, you're not awake yet. Come on, it's Cessa." He held my shabby face. Slowly I could see his face clearly. Sweet face slightly taper on the chin was wrapped in a layer of hijab and neatly attached. His eyes were clearly visible when he tried to smile.
"Drink this water first." He gave me a bottle of mineral water.
I took a deep breath and slowly breathed it out. My life has not been fully gathered. I let the library air mixed with the fragrance of Cessa's perfume get into my nose.
He let my head land on his shoulder. Feel comfortable and warm shoulder of a friend. I have felt it before with my other friends in the past, but he is now lost not remembering. But Cessa's presence was enough to replace him.
"You're having nightmares again?" cessa asked worriedly. His tone was low as usual.
"Yes, the dream when I was arrested trus Azka entered the hospital," I said as I straightened my head that had been on Cessa's shoulder.
"You haven't been to my Papa's clinic for counseling in a few days, why?" His eyes are staring at me.
"I don't know lately I've been feeling comfortable and warm. I don't know why either, there's something strange. And this is my first nightmare from a few days ago" I replied.
He nodded and smiled. "Maybe your counselling worked" he said.
Cessa is the daughter of my psychologist. He used to spend my days at school. We met when he was rescued from the thugs who were bothering him on the street. Then he introduced me to his father.
Why do I have a psychologist? I have a problem with the past that I want to forget. Many times those symptoms appear when I am asleep, anxious, angry, and all that drains my emotions. There is something I cannot explain about this ghost of my past.
I have a depression.
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