A tale to be remembered - pt1

A tale to be remembered - pt1

A tale to be remembered

The best way to start a story is never at the beginning but at the end. Why you may ask. I believe that it is best to know the outcome and then work your way from the beginning to find out how it came to be. That’s how I’m going to start my story. From where I lie now on this god forsaken bed with nothing for companionship apart from the darkness and my slow steady breathing.

This place is what I’ve come to imagine hell is really like. Here I lay on what I can call a camp bed, alone but yet I wasn’t until a few days ago. There is the stench of stale blood that comes from the corner, which was the only trace that this place was once occupied by someone else other than we, the current occupants. The other person who has managed to be thrown into my hell sat at the foot of the bed rocking backwards and forwards not acknowledging my presence since the moment I was thrown into here. It was remotely disconcerting that when that person was taken away all I felt was the bitter taste of annoyance. Now without the shuffling of another person in the room everything felt lighter in some aspects. As if the dread of that person was making the room so much darker. Still I see the silhouette of that person I had come to cherish so much. The only problem was I knew that she was dead. For that silhouette was distorted by an object that projected abnormally from her back, and at that moment in time everything stood still. I felt something wet spray across my face. Reaching up to wipe it away I realized by staring at my own covered hand that it was the blood of Aki.

Morning. The sun blazes through the window shining directly on my face. It was one of those days once again. Even with my window open all night the air in the room still felt heavy and claustrophobic, and also the fact that my room faced South didn’t help. Rolling over to get out of the suns glare resulted in me coming face to face with my room mate Aki. Well I can hardly call her my room mate. To be more accurate she should be called a Freeloader. Her full name is Acoustica but as she has lectured me on many occasions that she wasn’t fond of the name and that her parents wanted to have a laugh so now I call her Aki for short. Which she has taken it upon herself to call me Seri. We were considered a couple but in fact that is completely wrong. She is about the most obnoxious person that I’ve ever met. It is like having a bad smell and no matter how much you shower you just can’t get rid of the stink. Just because she is living in my apartment doesn’t mean anything.

I wasn’t well liked at University. Well maybe not liked by the male population of my University. As I’ve been told quite a lot since I’ve left my home town in the countryside, I’m very handsome. I don’t think so. I am quite tall and slender built. My attitude could be closely related to that of a soggy dishcloth. I play the guitar, which never leaves my side, a tattoo across my back, of origin I don’t know. What is unusual about it, is that it’s a very vivid blue that has never faded. Not only is it the same colour as my hair. Well not exactly the same. You could say when I get emotional over something. I’ve never seen it myself but I’ve been told by my mother that its just for a brief moment but it definitely changes to blue. Normally it’s a light grey colour with what could be called a “tinge” of blue. Personally I hate it but I’ve tried dying it and it still won’t change. Maybe I’m jinxed? Anyway I try to distance myself from people. I’d rather be left alone with my music and art but alas that was not meant to be either. The soul reason that I met Aki was due to a certain fellow called Azazel. He is about the only guy that I know that doesn’t hate me. Neither can I say that he likes me either… lets just say he wants more of a relationship than you’d expect. He himself is rather a lot like me in build. We are about the same height, his hair is black and although his shorter than my own it is still quite long for a guy. You could say he is one of those pretty boy types and all the girls like him. That is another thing that annoys me and the fact that our personalities are completely different and one more thing that annoys me is that WE are then placed together as a couple. Often girls want a photo of us together just because of our clash of personality. I blame him because it is he who follows me about and we are often found in the company of each other.

The day that we met for the first time was unusual. I was spotted by him when I was sitting under one of the cherry trees in the school yard playing my guitar. I had once again skipped music theory class in order to do more of the practical stuff. Even though I consider music as a part of my life I didn’t care much about how it came into existence. That day was also the day that Azazel decided to skip class. “ah so this is where you got to” He said cheerily to me “somehow this is such a fitting scene to see you in” brushing his messy excuse of a hairstyle away from his face he approached and at the last moment decided to scale the tree to sit in the lower branches. As it turned out he was in class and saw my seat empty and as a spur of the moment asked the teacher to be excused for the toilet just to find me. (Just to remind you that I don’t care too much for company.) I had no idea who he was or what he wanted. So as my instinct kicked in I prepared to leave him sitting in the tree. That’s when he called out to me not to stop playing. In reality everyone wants company once in a while so I unpacked my guitar and once again started playing.