The Secret Place


Well yeah, this was written back in September 15, 2011. Dug this out and made a bit of changes, and here you go! Decided to try some technique I thought of back then, it looks really messy, but yeah. I will be posting a really good story I wrote like even earlier than this one, that one I guarantee you’ll like it. loll I’m also a bit motivated to write summin’ right now, it’s just that since I still have no idea what to write at the moment, I decided to post this. 😛

 

The Secret Place

She stood in front of his house and hesitated, before slowly pushing the garden gate open, which made a creaking noise, and entered the backyard. There it was, a garden with overgrown plants like they had not been trimmed for ages. A pair of rusty old shears sat on a half-broken bench. The garden would definitely need a lot of work, and an hour would not be enough.

“How am I gonna find it?” She thought.

—–

He stood in front of her house and hesitated, before slowly pushing the garden gate open, which made not even a sound, and entered the backyard. There it was, a neatly pruned garden, with red poppies blooming everywhere. Packs of seeds and several shears sat tidily on the shelf. It was way better than his own garden.

It was the prettiest garden he had ever seen.

—–

She started working through the garden immediately, digging up small holes, chopping off weeds and picking up dried-up leaves. Sweat trickled down her cheek as she worked very hard to find it. She wanted to find it as soon as possible so she can leave this place.

“Come on!” She urged impatiently.

—–

He started walking carefully through the garden, wandering and looking around. He could feel something unusual but he just could not place it. Ignoring the feeling, he sat on the bench and leaned on the wall of her house. The sun shone brightly and he felt quite relaxed.

That was until he spotted something strange.

—–

She crouched onto the ground, and finally caught a glimpse of what she was looking for. She put her garden tools away and used her own bare hands to dig for it.

“Finally!” She thought and smiled to herself.

—–

He crouched onto the ground, and touched the only poppy that seemed to have lost its colour. This poppy did not stand out, and yet there was something strange about it.

“That’s strange…” He thought.

—–

She rode her bicycle and rushed back to her house. She pushed through her gate and ran straight to the backyard.

“What the…” She thought she saw something.

—–

He knelt behind a bush, trying not to crush the leaves he was kneeling on, knowing it would be a dead giveaway.

“That was close.” He thought and wiped his sweat.

—–

She ran to and sat down in front of the colour-drained poppy, reached into her pocket and took out the gemstone. The gemstone was a little smaller than the size of a palm, and it was stained with blood. And yet, the stone was still sharp. She held her finger out on top of the flower and cut it with the sharp side of the stone. A drop of blood fell onto the flower, slowly giving it it’s colour.

“That’ll do it.” She smiled.

—–

He felt the sudden overwhelm of the flowers’ aroma, and a realization just hit him. He just noticed that the aroma was not there before.

He could die if he stayed there long enough.

—–

She took out a small ancient looking book from her bag and flipped to a page.

“Hic meus est sanguis.
Hic ego immolabo vobis carnem meam, auxilium me!
Verax manebo in aeternum.
Parvulus sum, auxilium me!” She chanted.

—–

He eyed the girl, quickly doing the translation in his head. Then as quickly, he gasped, before he could cover his mouth. The girl snapped her head in his direction. She had heard him. He didn’t even know why had he gasped, he just thought he recognized the verse, but he could not recall where it had came from.

This time, he stayed silent.

—–

For a second, she was afraid, afraid of who was behind the bushes, but she recovered quickly. She held up her hand in the direction of the bushes and the barely-audible gasp, and she mumbled something. The bush resided, revealing a boy from her class at school. Though she knew someone would be out there, she was shocked to see him being there.

She opened her mouth like she wanted to say something, but closed her mouth again, waiting for an explanation.

—–

He had felt an invisible pull towards her when he first knew her, and he knew it was not only because of her beauty. Looking at her up so close, it felt even stronger. He had no idea why, especially given that he barely knew this girl. Now she’s just standing there, looking at him, probably waiting for him to tell her why was he spying on her.

“Uh… Hi.” He stuttered. That was a stupid thing to say.

—–

She sighed. She was losing time and patience. This was getting nowhere. She knew it was impossible, but she still tried to tell him to leave.

“You can leave now if you want to, or you could do more spying. Or if you insist to stay, put this on.”

—–

He caught the mask that she had thrown in his direction, and put it on. He had finally worked up his courage and walked up to her.

“Uh… What are you doing?”

—–

She looked at him, trying to search his face for any signs of joking. He was serious.

“I guess you must have forgotten then. This was your mother’s.” She took out the gemstone she dug up from the boy’s backyard. “She buried it before she died.”

—–

He looked at the girl as though she’s mad. Which, maybe, she probably is. Not mad, but maybe something else. The bush had resided in front of him with a raise of her hand earlier, so he thought that was absolutely something else.

“How did you know about my mother…?”

—–

She really don’t have anymore time. She pointed to the bench beside the garden, motioned for him to sit there, and resumed back to her own position. Before she got started again, she turned around and made sure the boy would not talk or do anything else. The last thing she needs is an interference.

“Hic meus est sanguis.
Hic ego immolabo vobis carnem meam, auxilium me!
Verax manebo in aeternum.
Parvulus sum, auxilium me!

Ego fideliter colunt te.
Tu es the tantum unum.
Ego vocare te!
The Tenebrae Dominum!
You are the only one, Glenda, The Dark Lord!” She chanted again.

—–

He was afraid. Afraid of what’s going to happen, but he continued staring at the girl.

And he kept himself silent as instructed.

—–

The lightning hit the ground in the middle of the bed of poppies. Nothing split, but she knew what was coming. An image of a man stood up. He turned towards her, and smiled, thanking her. There was a gust of wind, and there she was, Glenda, the almighty Dark Lord, standing in front of her. She smiled, feeling thankful. She’s been waiting for this a long time.

“Feeling familiar? Your mother had done this before.” She turned to the boy, her smile is evil.

—–

Then it hit the boy. This was how his mother had almost died. No, her mother had died after this, but because of this. He remembered it was when he was very young, his mother had several attempts to commit suicide, until she had started reading the book. He remembered that once, his backyard was full of poppies too, but also without the aroma of the poppies, that is, until her mother had done the same thing as this girl did. He remembered spying on her mother from the kitchen window. He remembered her mother seeing the same image of the man standing in front of the girl right now. He remembered running into the backyard trying to pull his mother away from the entrance that came out of nowhere afterwards, and how her mother had looked back at him, shocked that he had seen the whole thing. Or he was even able to see the whole thing. He didn’t know why, but everything came back to him in a rush.

His mother was found dead the next morning lying in the poppy bed holding a book, the stone nowhere in sight.

—–

She saw him running towards him, she knew what was coming, he was going to try to pull her away from the entrance. She quickly turned and tried to step into the entrance that appeared before her, but her arm was jerked back. The boy was gripping her hand so hard that it hurt. She knew that he was going to stop her, but she had not thought he might actually succeed.

It was all she could do to not scream.

—–

He tried pulling her back, but the darkness in the entrance is trying to take her in like a black hole. She tried yanking herself away from him, but he would not let her. He only grasped harder. An image of his mother appeared. She looked like she had been crying for a long time, but she was smiling.

“Don’t let go.” She mouthed.

—–

She felt that she needed to step through this entrance the minute she learned about it from The Book. She felt like her life had started to crumble long before she started reading The Book, and she knew the escape to whatever the world on the other side of this entrance will bring happiness to her. She had found The Book in an old second-hand bookstore nearby, and it had caught her eye. She had not put it down ever since. Now, she was just one step away from entering the world, but she can’t unless the boy would let go. She knew that The Book was right, it was like it could predict the future. The Book had said that if she tried doing this, there would be someone who loved her would try to stop her, so she must resist, so to enter the beautiful world on the other side, but she did not think it would actually be true. Wait a minute, someone who loved her?

She looked at the boy in the eye.

—–

He looked at her too, somehow he got lost into her eyes. He felt himself falling for her, even though he barely knew her. She opened her mouth like she wanted to tell him something, but there wasn’t any sound.

He pulled harder.

—–

She started to hesitate, most half of her body is still outside of the entrance, but Glenda and the man were just standing, or more specifically, floating, there without doing anything. They were just like statues. She started to think about the world on the other side, whether if it’s really as beautiful as the book had described. She did not know whether this boy has anything to do with this, but she felt a bit frustrated that he is stopping her.

She was still hesitating.

—–

She was hesitating, and he saw his opportunity.

With one final tug, he pulled her out of the entrance.

—–

She watched as the entrance spiraled and vanished, then Glenda and the image of the man had disappeared too. Her chances were gone.

She looked at the boy beside her.

—–

He sat up.

He waited for an explanation.

—–

She took The Book, which was lying nearby, and handed to him. She did not know whether to feel angry or regret.

She just sat there.

—–

He took the book and started flipping through. There were some notes along the rim of the pages, he recognized his mother’s handwriting at once. He had known Latin for his whole life, though he don’t exactly know why, so it wasn’t difficult for him to read what his mother had written. The girl finally reached over and flipped the book to the last page.

AND SOMEONE WHO LOVE YOU WILL TRY TO SAVE YOU.” Read the last sentence.

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