Chapter 69 Glimpse Of The Past

The reality of life is both cruel and agonizing.

The phrase vanity upon vanity all is vanity, are words said after much observation on the cycle of life's operative terms.

Maturity is not a concept governed on age disparity but a sentence based on circumstantial conditions.

I matured when I lost my parents to an accident at the age of seven, three in the car and only one survivor.

Others might have called it a blessing to have survived, but I regarded it as a curse.

Of what point is it to gain the world but lose your soul in the process?...

Of what point is there for a nine year old to lose both his parents at once and being the only survivor?.

To a child, the parents are everything.

Dream aspiration, affection, attention, unconditional love.

Only a parent can give a child the above listed.

Watching said parents take their last breath before my eyes is the same as having the world crashing down on me.

At the moment in life, all things felt pointless and useless.

What happened?.....

What should I do?....

what, should I do?....

Questions rampaging through my head and the one's who have always provided me an answer are nowhere to be seen.

I was left all alone with the brutality of the world opening up to me.

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Opening my eyes, I found myself in a supposedly familiar yet unknown location.

The moon and stars twinkling up in the sky...,

Where I was supposed to be in, there is no moon, stars, nor a sky.

There being one now can only mean I am no longer in my supposed location.

I turned my head around repetitively to familiarize myself with my surroundings.

Huge trees laced at the side of a four lane expressway with cars moving at a very fast pace, back and forth.

"what is going on?"...

The cars have confirmed that I am no longer where I thought I was at.

If so, where exactly am I?.....

A flashlight pierced into my eyes, I raised my hands and covered my face with it.

I slightly put down one of my fingers to see what was shining that brightly.

What I saw, is a truck heading my way, and I instinctively stretched forth my hand to stop it.

Surprisingly, the truck did not hit me but moved through me.

I was now more submerged in even more confusion and curiosity at this occurrence.

"Did I die and become a ghost?"...

Ghosts are the only being known to have no physical body, the truck passing through me, means I have no physical body and have become a ghost.

The last thing I remember was me going unconscious after absorbing the weird energy, the next thing I know is opening my eyes to be beholded with this sight.

while I was questioning my condition, another flashlight was shining up ahead indicating that another car was coming my way.

I had no problems with that whatsoever since the car will just end up passing through me as usual.

That however did not happen.

The suv type car had almost gotten to my place when it changed direction and headed straight for the woods.

My memory was jogged by the car's outcome, and I now had an understanding of where I am or rather what timeline I am in.

That scene is one I will never forget no matter what happens to me.

This was the place I lost both my parents, in a car accident and on this very road.

We were driving late in the night when the brakes failed and my dad shifted the car's destination to the side of the road.

The collision of the car with the trees had the front of the car splitted apart.

My parents who were in the front seat, died in a very agonizing way, and I who was slitted at the back, drenched in both I and my parents blood.

An accident that marked the beginning of my agony as a human.

After losing both my parents at the age of nine, I had to go live with my uncle from my father's side.

Because I was way too young, the inheritance left for me from my father was handed over to my uncle for safe keeping.

My uncle however, used my naivety against me to hoard the inheritance for himself and kicked me out of his house when I was fourteen.

Chased out of the house, I had to fend and cater for myself to survive.

A three day meal was out of the question and I had to survive on only a day meal.

Even then, a day meal is a meal worth being thankful for.

Begging and scraping for disposed of substance.

When I was done with begging, I slept wherever the night met me.

When I clocked seventh, I managed to get a stable job as a trash picker job that provided me with a guaranteed one meal course a day and a roof to lay my body in.

for me who has lived on probability all this while, the job was a huge turn around in my life.

Every night when I lay in my sixty inch sized room, I look up into vagueness and feel glad that I managed to overcome another hectic day.

The poor boy who lost his parents, is the boy who with his own hands kept himself alive and going till he entered twenty-one.

Life was treating me well as I was now capable of three square meals a day with my trash picking job.

Honestly speaking, I was content with my life as it was.

As long as it kept my belly filled and a roof to cover myself with, I wanted nothing more.

Aspiring for more should be the usual reaction of someone in said position, but not me, not when I have seen the vanity of life.

My father was a man with a profitable job.

He provided me with everything I ever needed and I lacked in no way until he died.

Even with his job and money, he couldn't run away from death and I who once had the opportunity to access whatever it is I needed was reduced to someone having to beg to get.

I began to question life and reality itself.

Of what importance will it be if i struggled for money only to end up losing it in the blink of an eye?.....

Even my uncle who sent me packing away so he can inherit the money will end up dying and leaving it behind.

I found it funny how easy it was for him to delude himself into chasing after something he is never going to take with him to his grave.

For the love of money, he betrayed his very own blood.

Goes to show how easily people can be manipulated when money is involved, the same applies to my boos.

A man in his sixty-three years of age borrowed money from loan sharks.

Unable to pay it back, he sacrificed I who looked the dumbest and less motivated amongst the other workers.

His depths willed to me and he took off into hiding.

With no means of repaying the debt and the threats of wanting to sell my body parts, I chose to kill myself by drowning deep in the ocean.

Thinking back on it now, my life has always been a mess and I have always been struggling for survival.

Be it on earth or as a goblin, the only difference in my life is the means with which I use in fighting for my survival.

How ridiculous.....

[Ding].