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Kokoro no Ukeire
"HEART'S ACCEPTANCE" Just a journal filled with stories ideas, poems, personal entries, things to remember, etc. If you have nothing better to do, just relax and read. Who knows, maybe you'll see what the hell goes on in my head everyday.
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I think it all began in summer camp. I remember that night exactly:
We were sitting on the floor, at an hour WAY pass curfew, with a single flashlight facing the ceiling for light. It was a warm summer night. The smell of dirt, and trees, and rotting wood, and muddy lake water filled my nostrils. The sound of crickets were chirping, and the four of us were all in a dead silence, waiting for someone, anybody, to make a move. It was eerily quiet.
But Jo moved first. She took out the deck, and began placing them in a bizarre order. I wasn't sure who she was doing this for, but she was off in her own little world, not even flinching when the wind suddenly picked up.
One by one, she placed them down until all of the cards were placed in front of each person. She suddenly told us to take our left hands and shuffle our mini-decks. I did as told, rotating my hand in a counter-clockwise fashion. She then told us to stop whenever we wanted. I stopped almost immediately.
Jo waited for everyone, then went on explaining what each card meant.
I had listened intently, but then I realized she had missed one after she had finished.
"What about the Ace of Spades?"
Jo had just looked at me, then she looked at the others, who had the same look as I. She just smiled and said, "Trust me. You won't get that one." And we stupidly believed her.
She told to pick three cards out of our little piles, and we as such. Jo told us that they represented our past, present, and future. For my past I got Four of Diamonds. It meant I had my home established. I agreed to that. I was pretty comfortable back then. For my present, I got Five of Clubs. Arguments. I didn't understand why I got that one, but I shrugged it off. Lastly, to Jo's shock, as I flipped the last card, I showed itself to be the ace of spades.
"What the..." She had plucked the card out of my hands, and she muttered, "I took it out..."
I then asked her, what did it mean? She just looked at me, and said silently, "Something bad is going to happen."
Two weeks later, Jo drowned in the lake, and the camp was left deserted.
A year after that, my parents got divorced.
Two years after that, my father remarried. My mother never came back for me.
Four years after that, my mother was hospitalized for drugs.
And now, eight years after all of that happened, I'm going on a road trip with some friends from that time.
We're bringing a deck of cards.
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Pretty self-explanatory.
 Ukeire · Fri Jun 05, 2009 @ 03:27am · 0 Comments |
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