where am i ?
Where am I?
¡°Where is it? Where is it?¡± I shouted desperately, walking alone in the street. The streetlamps also stood there lonely with poor light.
¡°Who can tell me where I am?¡± I begged.
But, no matter how frightened I was how loudly I shouted, there is no answer! No reply! Yes, there was nobody at all! ¡°What¡¯s happening? Is anybody here? Where is anybody?¡± I thought to myself, nervous.
I walked aimlessly around the quiet, dark street. I tried to find someone and just wanted to know where I was! What a pity! ¡°Why everybody disappeared?¡± even I went to hotels, restaurant and bars. I just wanted to find people, just one, yes, just one person! That¡¯s enough for me, because I was so scared. It was my first time I lost myself. What was the strangest thing was that I was not sure when I got this place, especially I had no idea where it was and how I got here—-the strange and the dismal place.
But I disliked giving up my hope. I still tried to get the reaction, even if it was not human-being¡¯s response. What? ¡°What I am thinking? No human-being? Are you mad? You are so crazy!¡± I was not sure why this mind appeared in my mind! So terrible!
¡°You are in the Hell!¡± A low voice came out in a black.
¡°Oh, thank you, sir!¡± I smiled with politeness. Suddenly, I though I heard what the secret voice said. ¡°What? You said what? The Hell?¡± I could not believe my ears. ¡°The Hell?¡± I repeated it. ¡°Oh, No! No! No! What did you mean??? You mean I have been dead???¡±
Looking through the darkness with the help of poor light of the lamps, there was a tall and strong sight of the man¡¯s back. I was not able to believe my eyes! ¡°Oh! Gosh!¡± What I had seen? ¡°is it true?¡± how ugly the man was! He looked worse than Quasimodo, the figure in Victor Hugo¡¯s The Hunchback of Notre Dame. Especially what made me scared and frightened was his pale, yes, so, rather pale face. I wanted to shout, but I controlled myself. I though it was not polite to do that! ¡°Come on, what are you thinking now?¡± another voice in my mind reminded me. ¡° Is it still the time for you to think of politeness?¡± But, actually I succeeded in controlling my feeling. I wouldn¡¯t become another Esmeralda.
I knew I could not judge the book with its cover. So in a short time, we became friends. ¡°Ahhha, I make friends in the Hell¡ªbut who knows it¡¯s true or not. Maybe God knows? I have a friend from the Hell! Fantastic!¡±
¡°What are you doing, Lady? It¡¯s working time!!!¡± the voice came first, and then a man pushed the door open! Gosh! It¡¯s my BOSS! I am in office now!!! ¡°What has happened to me just now? Who can tell me?¡±
25 Feb 2006 11:17
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