Tuesday 17 December 2013

A story (Or so I think)

There was this kid,
 a normal kid (or so he seems). He had a normal black coat that he always wore; He wore it at nights, he wore it at mornings, he wore it at summer time as well as winter times.. he wore it too frequently that the world thought it was abnormal (or so 'twas telling him). But the kid wouldn't give a damn about what the world saw as abnormal anyways. For the kid believed that the world itself was abnormal, he saw the world as a horrible black, dark, bad, bad, evil, evil, and EVIL abnormal place.
But what was more abnormal (or so the kid thought) is that he felt very alone at this.. he seemed to be living in a world that is different than this pinkish-full-of-unicorns world everybody around him lived in. He saw blood splashes on walls that other people saw as "beautiful colours", he smelled ashes and smoke that others smelled as perfumes.. he walked on ruins while every bloody other person walked on bloody rainbows.
The kid was angry, he was furious and his insides were melting by the heat of hatred he felt towards the unfairness of the world.. he cursed upon himself, he cursed upon his sight, he cursed upon the world that chose him, and only him, to see it as it really is.
As wrath took over him, the rest of the seven deadly sins swallowed his normality. He got proud, for he believed that he was special. He felt envious for he loathed the happiness he saw in the eyes of others. He was greedy, for he craved the power that allows him to kill that happiness. He is gluttony, for he never stopped eating darkness. He expresses sloth, for he became too lazy to try and leave an impact on his surroundings. And what a lustful soul he is, for he desired to have a bit of all.
This kid, instead of being a pure soul in a world that is dark, he became a dark soul, a soul even satan would think of as wicked and evil.. thus, as things are all relative, the world became a really shiny, glowy, good, good place compared to our little was- normal kid.
"Crunch, crunch, munch, munch, chomp chomp. Gulp!"  A monster (his sins that is) ate the kid from inside out, it ate his purity, his normality, his body AND mentality. And then, he was no more a human, but only a devil. No more a kid in a black coat, but a coat that's blackness suppressed a kid.
Instead of the kid thinking of the world as "a horrible, dark, wicked place", the world viewed him as what he used to view it as. (Irony, he calls that.)
Now, that you all know, a devil destroys not only itself, but what's around it too.. as the devil he became grew stronger, the quantities of people whom he splashed walls with their blood grew larger, the numbers of houses he burnt to create the smoke he always smelled and the ashes and ruins he always walked on a living truth for all of those who dared to show happiness around him.
..He was extraordinarily abnormal..
..And now, back to what's normal and what's abnormal, there was this catalyst (or so he called her, and hey! I'm not talking about how she became what she is, okay?) and she was abnormal too, because with her poor eye-sight, she could see through a hundred layer of "bad abnormal things" and find a normal kid that, not only is lonely, but also got harmed by his solitude, a kid that is not as evil as the world believed he is, and far from being what he thinks he is.
She was abnormal, because with all the dark layers that cover herself, with all the insecurities that ate her as much as darkness and sins ate the kid, she was able to reach him.. she could talk to him, not to devil, and he could hear her, not the insecure child. And her fingers could break through the layers, through the devil's chest, and reach for the broken-by-the-world heart of the kid.. then with a touch of kindness, and faith.. she could mend him.. a little.
Like one of those Samurai Masters in cheap old cartoons, she helped the kid grow into a thing stronger than the devil, she helped him find the preach inside, and...
" Crunch, crunch, munch, munch, chomp chomp. Gulp!" The preach ate the devil inside out.
A devil in the shape of the preach?
A preach that has a devil in its insides?
He knew not what he became, and she didn't know either, but they both didn't care.. for they both knew that he was a better person than what he's ever been.
As she, the catalyst, helped the devil grow a preach inside..
He, the devil, helped the catalyst find a bit of darkness inside..
And that, is the story of how balance was found in the abnormal world of the normal kid in the black coat.(Or so the story teller says.)