Cinco
Fragments
“Anyone here?”
We called out but there was no caretaker.
Surprisingly,
the gates were open. It was heavy and screeching when I tried to open it. Then…
“HALT! WHO GOES
THERE?” An elderly voice cried out.
“Don’t show any
fear” Ryan comforted.
“It’s ok…we’re
just from the camp…they sent us here for a mission”
“Is that so?”
The wind blew
stronger and WOOOOSH! An old thin man with messed up grey hair flickered in
front of us.
“Campers eh? No I.D, No Entry…that’s the rule boys.”
“Show him our
I.Ds” I asked Ryan. He handed them out to the caretaker.
“Welcome to St.
Marcellin’s School of Arts…or what’s left of it…and please keep your mouth
shut, classes are going on…” He said that with an eerie grin at the end of his
statement, or what seemed more like a warning.
That gave us
chills, and I don’t know what we were thinking, but suddenly, we held hands. As
if our hands were automatically attracted to each other. He had this simple
frightened reaction on his face…he looked scared, but he still seemed princely.
I could imagine my reaction, I’m sure I looked hilarious.
So we continued
walking along the corridors. It seemed quiet…that is when a hint of light from
our torch lightened a part of a classroom…that’s when scary figures started to
appear. Ghosts of Teachers at the blackboard, talking and students…some
listening, but most of them doing pointless things. I know we were supposed to be
scared, and we were actually, at first, but to think that these innocent
children died in a gruesome manner, that kind of made me and Ryan more sad than
scared.
BOOOOM! There
was a loud explosion…the subtle images we saw just turned into an uproar, the
teachers and students rushed outside as some rebels rallied down some people
pushing them and ultimately killing them.
“This happens
every night…souls going over and over on the last day they ever lived…you know
when you’re dead, everything turns around, night becomes day, and sometimes,
because of anger, wrong becomes right. But Don’t worry about them, they’re just
fragments, they’ve all really moved on, fragments just stay and repeat the
pattern on that awful day because of the negativity that remained…what you
should really be scared about is the spirit that haunts this school, the
librarian”
The caretaker
showed us the way to the library as spirits pass by our warm bodies.
“Why do you
think the librarian continues to haunt this school?” I asked the caretaker.
“You see, the
librarian was believed to be pregnant, with father Mercius’ child. Only the
three of us knew that…and oh she’s an angry ghost alright. She was the one who
forbade any monks to enter her hell. She believed Father Mercius abandoned her.
You can’t blame the monk though, if you were a spiritual guy like him,
impregnating an innocent lady is a huge offense, and well, he did kind of lied
low from the school. Everyone looked at him as the school’s fortress. And he
just stayed at his monastery while his school was under attack.”
“You’re wrong,
he tried to comeback, but the other monks would have prevented him. He tried to
come back many times after the attack, but the souls prohibited him and the
other monks. His dead now…and he wanted us to give this to the librarian.” I
explained.
“Tell that to
her”
“Adam, look”
Ryan asked.
We were on the
Fifth Floor of the school, and we were already standing right outside the
library.
We opened the
door and looked up at nobly decorated walls of the room. Books were scattered
everywhere.
“Imogen?”
“Imogen show
yourself! It’s me Renden West…your old friend!” The caretaker called her.
CrAAANK!! Books
from the shelves started to fall…
“Who’s with
you?” A woman’s voice cried out and echoed in the room.
“Just campers…from
the other side of the river…Mercius sent them…”
“MeeeeeEEEEERCIUSSS??????
DON’T YOU EVER SAY THAT NAME AGAIN!”
Then a scary
Woman Rushed toward the caretaker.
She was wearing
a maroon maternity, her belly was already big, and her hair was dark and
long. Though she was fierce, she looked beautiful. No wonder the monk fell for
her.
“He promised to
take care of my baby…and what did he do…he left us, and hid in his precious
shell”
“That’s not
true…he tried to come back…and in fact, he told us to give this to you, and
tell you that he treasured this dearly, I believe this rosary belongs to you” I
couldn’t believe Ryan said that as he handed the rosary to the librarian.
“God first” she
sighed.
“Whuuuut was
that?” I frightfully asked.
“God first”, I
gave this to him, and told him to put God first, as long as he would take care
of my baby. Too bad he didn’t get a chance.
“He would love
to see you in heaven now…all he asks is forgiveness” I supposed.
“Heaven? You
mean he’s….”
“Yes maam, and
he’d like to see his baby there with you”
There was a
moment of silence as she comes into a phase of enlightenment. Her anger seemed
to lower down…
“After all
these years Imogen, you were mad ‘coz of your own advice to him…I know you
loved him, but sometimes love means you have to let go for him to find his own
destiny, and his destiny is to be with God, and yours too, if you only learn to
let go. “ The caretaker actually made a good point.
“I am ready
now…where should I go?”
“Well you
usually follow the light, that’s how they do it in the movies…” I said.
“Thank you…and
may your love for each other last forever…”
“What?? Huh?
No, we’re not ummm…”
“I See
him…Mercius…together, at last”
“ummmmm…okay…thanks!”
I exclaimed.
“I suppose I’m
next…well, I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone…you know the way out”
“What? You’re a
ghost too?”
“Yeah I am, I
was the first one to be killed by those menaces…I used to be the security
guard, and the reason I couldn’t move on was because I was the one who
foolishly opened the gates for them…I didn’t know…and now that the anger’s been
relieved, we can finally say goodnight.”
“What about the
fragments?” Ryan asked.
“Well,
forgiveness has uplifted the impression on this place, so I guess you won’t be
seeing any flashbacks anymore. Thank you lovebirds, watch each other’s backs
okay?”
“Were
not…together” I said.
“Well, you look
nice together.”
And so they
disappeared. And like what the caretaker said, there were no more flashbacks,
just empty, dark and a lighter atmosphere.
Questions
and Assumptions:
Sometimes
letting go is the only way to save yourself from drowning…
Love hurts,
if it’s too heavy let it go…
I think
I lost myself when we were still together…
What’s
the point of holding on, if the load’s just for me to carry?
But who’s
to blame for every hurt and tears that don’t seem to disappear?
But why
cry out for the last heartbeat which you could no longer hear?
-
Excerpt from the Emo Book
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