Bleeding Brilliance Chapter 3: The Dying Boy And His Sweet Memories

Chapter 3: The dying boy and his sweet memories

"Hmm...Mmm...You are the apple to my pie...Hmmm…Mmm... You are the heart of my body...HmmMmm…."

"BUU!"

"AHHH! Oh! Gosh, Not again! Why do you always sneak up on me and scare?"

"Hahaha! Because I find it fun! My son."

"MUM! Don't do it again; otherwise, I will...I will..-"

"I will what? Pee in your pant like the last time-"

"MUM!! I told you not to bring that up. At that time... That...that was… Anyway, I really hate you."

"Okay Okay! I won't bring that up. Happy now."

"You better not."

"By the way, did something happen? You looked really happy. You were singing and humming."

"Oh yes! Mom, I got selected. I will be going to Autumn City to study at the Wonder Academy. I heard it's the most popular Academy in our country. It is also the biggest.

Mom! What happened you don't look happy?"

"Obviously! How can mom be happy when you are going so far? I am afraid you will forget about me when you meet the "heart of your body" there?"

"Mom! Again, you are teasing me. Don't worry! I will frequently call you and as for the "heart of my body" even if I find one, I won't forget the soul of my body. You don't need to worry too much about me, Mom. Just take care of yourself."

"Oh! That was such a cheesy line. "Soul of my body." You are becoming more and more like a Writer."

"Here you go again, Mom. Give it a rest. You won't die if you stop teasing me."

"Mum, Take care of your body and don't go outside too much. Remember to take medicines on time. When you start to feel weakness, call Uncle Bob."

"Cyril, you too take care of yourself and come back soon. The train is here. Go."

"Bye Mum. Take care."

"Bye Cyril. Take care."

As the darkness started to fill inside his vision, all of Cyril's memories began to play in front of his eyes one by one. These memories could be considered to be Cyril's best and favorite memories. Cyril was reliving his memories with his mother as Cyril loved his mom the most in the world.

'Mom, your smile has always been my only source of motivation. Your smile makes me cheerful, full of joy and positive. Every morning, when I saw your beautiful smile, I knew my day was going to be wonderful. At that time, You became sad when you found out I was going far from you. I wiped the smile from your face then. Later that time, I questioned myself if I should go or not. I was in a dilemma.'

'This question was always on my mind all the time. Today before heading out, I made a decision. If I saw your smile just like always, I will believe my decision was right and go forward with it. And if I didn't see the smile, I will be here with you. So what if I become a successful author after going to the capital! What if I became popular! What if the world knew me! I knew I wouldn't be able to feel peace if I don't see your beautiful smile. I wouldn't be able to savor the taste of success if you aren't beside. Because Mom, you are my soul. How could I be happy when you are not!'

The clouds covering the sun slowly flew away revealing the sun. The sunlight shone on the Cyril. It remained only for a moment before huge clouds covered it again.

Cyril's body was red and wet covered with the blood of other pa.s.sengers. Though only a few drops of blood fell on Cyril's body, those few drops of blood of about 20 pa.s.sengers were enough to get Cyril covered with blood.

In the 17th compartment...

It was dead silent.

If someone paid more attention then dripping sound of blood and a light breathing sound could be heard.

Only three minutes pa.s.sed by since the small knife got struck inside Cyril's chest.

As Cyril's consciousness started to fade and the feeling of sleepiness got more intense, Cyril fell more inside the whirlpool of his memories.

By this time, Cyril couldn't think any more about anything. To him, his memories were the real world, and everything else was unreal and didn't even exist.

Cyril's body started to turn cold. Maybe in a minute, he would fall asleep never to wake up again. Cyril wouldn't even know when he died as he was lost in his memories.

Maybe if the people from the 16th compartment or other compartments came and woke him, his life could be saved.

But No!

Even with all the screaming, ma.s.sacre and the blood which was starting to dry, n.o.body came. It was as if all other people turned deaf and blind.

A light wind came and pa.s.sed by Cyril's body making his body colder. The wind carried the thick smell of blood and returned outside from the same hole.

Where did the wind come from inside the train? The roof of the compartment had a big hole

The hole was about 3 meters. The hole looked like it was made because of somebody tearing the roof of the compartment from inside.

KABOOM!

Two clouds collided and the sound of thunder came.

A drop of water fell on Cyril's body, and that drop brought Cyril back to reality from his dreamland.

Gradually, more and more drops fell on his body.

His consciousness returned and his eyes became clear.

Ah!

A sharp pain a.s.saulted him as he tried to move. As he looked towards the origin of pain, he saw a small knife into his chest, and the memories akin to nightmare returned.

Cyril slowly stuck his tongue out painfully as he felt thirsty. Drops of water fell on his tongue, and then he retraced his tongue in painfully with the slow pace. He repeated one more time.

'It would have been better if I had gotten negative LUCK than getting 1 LUCK and waiting for the death to come. AH! So painful.'

'NO! NO! I couldn't die. I won't leave my mum behind. Me leaving home was for a better future for both of us. A future where I won't be there with mum, I couldn't even imagine. I only have mum and mum only have me. I couldn't give happiness to the mum until now so how could I bear to give her this sadness which would kill her.'

'I REFUSE TO DIE!' Cyril gritted his teeth as he thought that. 'I need to stay alive until others come and find me. I need to stay alive for mom. I need to stay alive. I need…..'

Cyril held onto that positive hope that somebody would come and save him, so the thought "Even with all the screaming, ma.s.sacre and the thick stench of blood, why didn't the people from other compartments come?" didn't come in his mind. Even if this thought came, his mind quickly threw that thought out of his mind.

Name: Cyril Silver

Age: 18

Level: 1

Profession: Student, Author

STRENGTH: 1.2 INTELLIGENCE: 60

DEXTERITY: 1.3 CHARM: 30

LUCK: 1 WEALTH: 10

KINDNESS: 68 HONESTY: 73

Status: Severely Injured

Equipment: Pen, Mobile, $106, Notepad, gla.s.ses

Details: A very simple boy struggling to live. Pray so that he could live.

Current state: Determined to remain alive.