The Search for Freedom

It was pretty clear that if someone made one wrong decision in a temporary situation, it could affect their whole life. It sometimes happens when he feels difficulty in a situation. The reason triggered him to make a wrong decision and cling to the sharp sword without thinking that he might tear apart. The only thing on his mind was to escape from a certain difficulty. He didn't think that there were other solutions to his problems. He couldn't see that because he was blinded by the negativity and refused to look at the positive side even in the most difficult situation of his life.

There I was again in the grassland, the place where whatever problems I had, nature would absorb them. The breeze would chill me through the bones and would help me forget my problems. Lying on the evergreen grass that seemed to creep and tickle my face. I might fall in love.

Everything seemed to have been turned back to normal. Unlike those days when everything was avoiding me. I realized that was exactly the situation when someone carried hatred for somebody inside their hearts. It seemed like a rotten potato. If he could not tolerate its smell for just a week, he could not imagine what it would be like to have a stench of hatred in his heart for a lifetime.

I was thinking about the noise that chattered in my ears. I am just lucky that I discovered how to control that noise. Perhaps it was power, a power that only a limited number of people could have. It was even simpler than what I thought. I didn't need to be mad to make it quiet, for it would leave me in volition if I didn't want to hear it. It was a new power that I could hear anyone, even from far places. The power wasn't just simple because someone who had it could do many things to help others. And it could be a way to make the world a better place.

That power might also have come from the old man, but there was also a possibility that I was mistaken. If that power came from him, perhaps that would have shown up to me earlier. Time flew. It had been a month since he offered me the bluish cloud.

If that wasn't from him, there was a possibility that my inference was true, that I wasn't a normal human, but what was I? Perhaps a superhuman? Who was destined to save the world from the darkness?

I was out of rationalization if I didn't prioritize myself and believe that my dreams would come true. It might happen that everything would be the opposite of what I thought. So I must consider it because it wasn't based on certainty. The jingles of people beside my ear dragged me from thinking. I didn't know what it wanted to indicate, but I was sure that someone was in trouble. I knew where the noise came from; it seemed nearby. I didn't need to worry anymore about how to get there because the bluish cloud had shown up and created a whirling hole where the strong force pulled me in.

Just a few seconds later, I fell down in the crowd of people. It seemed that the bluish cloud brought me to a fiesta instead of bringing me to the place where there were troubles. I had been wondering if it would become bloody if it happened because I could not control my body again. I wasn't underestimating it, but I knew it wouldn't happen because I couldn't fight against the crowd of people, and I also didn't want to die.

Many people said that if you could not control something, it would be the one to control you. And they were right, because I was experiencing the same thing. But it wasn't as easy as they thought. It was so hard to control myself when it wanted to move by itself.

There was something I needed to do in that place. However, I knew it wasn't me who needed to do something there, but the curse from the old man. If I could only control my body at all times, I would never hurt other people as long as they were not doing wrong to me. As long as the power of the old man that invaded my body wouldn't control me, I would not commit a sin.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

It was the curse that needed something from me, and not me from it. I agreed with the old man because of my situation at that time. There were a lot of bullies who were trying to hurt me, and I also wanted to be a superhero and nothing else, as the old man told me. But everything was done, and I accepted that everything was all my mistakes and not others.

The curse started to control me. I could feel something creeping in my veins. Perhaps it was replacing my blood with gas. I knew it was the reason the curse had taken control of my body. I was hoping that the curse wouldn't enter my heart and brain, otherwise I didn't know what could happen to me.

It seemed to be plotting something ridiculous. It was already night, but there were many people around. My feet walked on. It might be allergies in the crowd. Or it could not do anything bad to anyone there.

I didn't know what the reason for the crowd was. Perhaps there was a party because everyone was wearing formal clothes. I felt uncomfortable because I was the only one who was wearing blue trousers and a white shirt, and some of the people around me were looking at me. I seemed to be a zombie who was looking downwards and walking slowly around the place.

It was the second time that something had brought me somewhere. First, it was the swarm of flies that brought me to the place where I had my first kiss, but I did not mean to kiss that woman, and most probably, she was not the woman I liked. But it appeared that the curse enjoyed what it did and seemed to do that again.