It is still screaming from after the two knives stuck in its chest. I cannot stand to listen to the screaming. I yank the knives out, and fall backward. I feel weak. My arms will not lift, and my legs will not either. The creature still screams, and as it continues to do so I feel weaker and weaker. I feel so ill; I want to leave the room but it’s like the screaming is keeping me here, making me listen to it. It is a punishment, like what the arms did to my thumb, and I deserve it.
I cannot even bring myself to speak, to say sorry to the creature. I try to and all that comes out are whimpers. The creature is whimpering as well, slowly, as it dies. I do not want it to die, I never did. I will not feel better when it does die.
My head slides to the side, pulling the rest of me towards the ground. I fall, resting for the moment, and still unable to move. My hand is in front of my face, and lying 다음 to it is one of the knives, red and wet.
I cannot look at it. I need to shut my eyes. I feel so ill from seeing it that I may throw up again. I squeeze with my eyelids, and slowly I am able to close my eyes. I feel the same amount of illness and sadness but at least it is not getting worse now. I only see black in front of me.
I want to fall asleep again but what will happen if I do? I need to make sure that Mickey is alive. I need to make sure that the creator saved h-
A whirring… the arms are here?
I find myself able to open my eyes, and stand up as well. I still feel ill, but not as weak. I must be afraid enough to? Either way, it does feel… a little better to be able to 옮기기 I guess.
The arms open the ceiling and 옮기기 down in front of me. They do not touch me, and instead they 옮기기 over to the dead creature. After a short while of staring they turn back to me. “This does not count.” A voice says from the arms. It is the creator’s voice I can only assume, I do not remember it well enough.
Why would this not count? I did not care about the creature as much as anyone else and I… killed it. “Why?”
“This is a beast.” They, 또는 he, say… says… uh- “Beasts do not have souls.”
How am I meant to “know what does and does not have a soul?”
“See if they can speak. Pick up your weapons. 당신 are not finished yet.”
I look down at the knives, with the creature’s… the “beast’s” blood still on them. It was hard to stab anything in the first place. N-now, I, I have to do it again? Why does he want me to kill things?!
“WHY DO 당신 WANT THEM TO DIE?!” I scream. It feels like I am watching someone else picking up the knives and attacking the arms. They of course grab hold of me, but I am still struggling, trying to stab at the tubes at their top.
The arms then begin to drag me into the ceiling and through the tunnel further. I am still struggling, I am so upset that I have practically forgotten about my question. When the arms actually answer it seems to instantly wake me up from my anger-state. “You are not old enough to understand yet. If 당신 are lucky 당신 will never understand.”
I am dropped into another room. My protection makes a clang against the floor when I land. I hurts but I am able to stand up again. I look up but the arms have already left. I am in a new house, and there is most-likely a new person to kill.
I am less afraid this time. If this person IS a person and not like that creature then they will probably be less violent… and… and easier to kill. ‘I have to do this for Mickey’ I keep telling myself. It feels like something heavy is on 상단, 맨 위로 of me, and when I keep getting closer to finding the person the weight becomes heavier. Because I am standing it feels like it is crushing me, my 본즈 cracking, my body breaking.
The 부엌, 주방 is empty. The 다음 place I can check is the bedroom. I turn around to walk out of the 부엌, 주방 but the door begins to open. The… the person is coming inside? No- no, I, I-I have to hide!
I run to the side then quickly go behind the counter. I hear the person’s footsteps. They are very close. I look over to my right where they 옮기기 towards. The person is at the fridge. The person is taller than I am but not very much more. He is… I think it is a he… a-anyway, he is grey, and he looks like Mickey, Chowder, and I. He has the same ears, face, tail, and such. He is less… strong-looking than Mickey and Chowder. His arms and waist are much skinnier. He is not wearing any clothing except for small pants.
The person is pouring water into a cup. He takes a sip and moves towards my location. I have to move. I try to sneak to the side but my feet slip from my crouching-position and I fall flat on my face. The person hears this.
“Who a-“ I do not know why he has stopped talking. I do not get up, I feel too… ashamed, and afraid, to do that. I feel a tugging from my hands though… h-
I try to tighten my grip on the knives but he has them already. I 옮기기 quickly to get up, and turn around to face him. He is not holding the knives but instead he has placed them on 상단, 맨 위로 of the counter. I try to talk but all that comes out are stutters and stammers.
“You were going to hurt me with these, weren’t you?” He asks me.
“He… s-said I had to.” W-will this person attack me now? He has my knives and he knows I was going to attack him.
He has not attacked me yet, and asks me “Who is ‘He’?”
I don’t know whether I should tell him that. Should that be kept secret? I don’t remember being told to keep it a secret… “The person who made us.”
He gives me a confused stare. “Why would he want 당신 to do that?”
“I don’t know… but if…” He doesn’t even hurt me and I was going to kill him… I can’t do this, I can’t kill him…
I fall to the ground supporting myself with my hands. “I’m sorry!” I keep yelling while shaking my head. He hates me, he has to. My face is wet from crying again, I’ve been doing that so much it starts to hurt. Why does someone have to die?!
He pulls me up. H-he’s going to stab me now, isn’t he? I-!
“It’s okay.” He tells me. He has his hands gently on my shoulders. He doesn’t look angry, he looks… s-supportive? C…cofort… comforting…like uncomfort only… comfort.
“What happens if 당신 don’t do what the maker says?” He asks.
I find it hard to make myself calm enough to talk normally. When I start taking deep breaths they are short and jagged-like. “I… my, f-friend is dying, and the m-maker said, I h-had to…” Every time I say that word it hurts more. I cannot bring myself to say it again.
“… kill me, to save your friend?”
I nod. I do not know what else I can do. What should I do?
“What is your name?” He asks.
I sigh. “I do not have one…”
“Oh!” He seems startled. I become startled 의해 the loudness of his voice and jump a bit. “Sorry.” He continues. “Um… are 당신 hungry?”
“I…” Why is he asking if I am hungry? I… I was told to kill him shouldn’t he be mad? “A-aren’t 당신 mad at me?”
“Maybe I should be, but no, I’m not.”
“B-but the knives and if-“
“We…” He takes a deep breath, looking sad almost. “We can talk about that later, okay?” He looks directly at me with a serious face. “Now do 당신 want to eat something?”
I suppose I would be hungry normally but this whole situation has made me feel too ill to be hungry. “I… don’t think I could… I don’t feel very good.”
“Well 당신 would at least need some water, right? That’s good for when 당신 feel sick.”
“Sick?... is that another word for ill?”
“Yes. There are a few others aside from that but that’s not important.” He walks past me and opens the fridgerat- refri-… that. “I was coming in here to eat something myself, and make some coffee. I hope 당신 don’t mind.”
I am very confused 의해 his actions. There has to be a reason that he is doing this but I do not know it yet. I don’t even reply to him because of how strange this seems. For a moment… for a moment I look over at the knives. He has his back turned and they are right there… I could-
“NO!” I yell. I pick up the knives and throw them away. I don’t know where I do not care where they fall 또는 crash into, I just do not want to see them again. The person is startled, he jumps up and turns quickly around. He looks over at me with wide-eyes, then notices the knives stuck inside one of the cupboards.
I start stammering “I’m sorry” again. When I get past my apology I try to explain, but the person puts a hand up. I stop. “You don’t have to apologize.” He tells me. “You don’t… like those knives, do you?”
I shake my head repeatedly and quickly. I don’t stop so he has to hold my face still before slowly letting go. “I think 당신 should sit down. C’mon.” He leads me out to the living-room and sits me down on the couch. “I’ll be back in a 분 또는 two okay?”
“O-… yes…” I say id…idly.
“There are some 책 on that shelf if 당신 like reading.” He points to something at my left before walking off. It IS a bookshelf. I decide to walk over to it. Many colorful 책 are on it… thick books. I pull one out and open it. The 제목 letters say “34 a n d a h a 엘 f p a r a b 엘 e s”
“Thirty-Four and a half par a’ blis” I sound out. I open it. There are many listed words going downward on it with little dots attaching them to numbers. The first one is called “The Sower”. It is attached to the number five. I notice numbers at the 상단, 맨 위로 of the pages… so… page nine.
On page nine it has the words “The Sower” in big letters. Below it many many words. I try to read them, sounding them in my head. “Thee re one’ss wa’s ah so-“ I cannot read this, I cannot understand it… I put the book on the table. Maybe the person can read it correctly?
I feel terrible. He is being so nice to me even though I was told to kill him. What am I going to do anyway? I’m wasting time and Mickey is dying. I failed to kill the person, I couldn’t, I don’t want to, but something has to happen. I’ll lose Mickey otherwise.
He comes back, wiping with mouth off with a cloth and holding a cup, each in a different hand. “Find anything that 당신 like?” He asks.
“I am not very good at reading.” I say back. “I tried to read this book,” I hold up the parablis book “but I don’t think I used the right sounds for the words.
“Do 당신 want me to read it to you?”
That would be interesting. I… guess I should let him. “Alright.” I hand him the book. He sets his things down and sits 다음 to me. He turns to the Sower story and begins to read. “There once was a sower who went across a field. As he went across the field-“
“E-excuse me.” I interrupt. “B-but what is a sower?”
“Oh. Hm…” He puts his hand to his chin, looking down. “It’s… a gardener… 당신 know where 상추, 상 추 comes from? 샐러드 and such?”
I shake my head.
“Well,” He continues, “All vegetables and 과일 come from seeds 또는 roots. Seeds are much smaller and grow into the plants which become vegetables. The sower is the one who puts the seeds in the ground so that they can grow into plants.”
“I think I understand…” I am a bit confused still but I do not want to make him stop again.
He nods and continues reading. “As he went across the field he scattered seeds around the floor. Some seeds fell on hard soil. These seeds grew quickly but because of their soil they dried up and died quickly, their roots were not strong 또는 deep enough to survive. Other seeds fell where thorns grew. They began to grow with the thorns but eventually were choked and pulled down 의해 the thorn-vines.”
“But didn’t the seeds need to grow?”
“They did. That’s what this story is about.” He clears his throat and continues again. “Some seeds however fell on good soil and grew very strong and tall. They became wheat—wheat is a plant that is used to make bread—and this wheat fed thousands.”
“So… it’s a happy ending?” I ask. I’m not sure what this story means. Is it meant to mean something?
“This story talks about how seeds of Faith are planted.”
“Faith?”
“Faith is a sort of trust. 당신 cannot prove something but 당신 still have enough trust to believe it’s real.”
“But… what should I believe is real?”
“You can have faith in many things. 당신 can have faith in someone to do the right thing, 당신 can have faith that there is always something watching over you, 당신 can have faith that everything will be good in the end. I have faith that there is definitely someone watching over us, but only if we have faith in that.”
Do these seeds have something to do with faith? He said they did but how? “How do the seeds have faith?”
“Well,” He begins, “the seeds that fell among the rocky soil? Those are the seeds that begin with a lot of faith, but they soon lose that faith because of bad times 또는 persecution. The seeds that are with the thorns choke because they are pulled down 의해 others who doubt. People tell them they are wrong and not to have faith. They have doubt, so they lose their faith. But the seeds that fell on the good soil became strong and dedicated to their faith and helped others because of their fate.”
“So… this story wants us to be like the strong seeds?” I ask. He nods to me with a smile. “But… how do I have faith for my friend? He… he’s dying.”
“You can have faith that he will have a better life after death, 또는 that he will be saved.” He gets up and begins to place the book back on the shelf but them he stops and hands it to me instead. “I think 당신 can use this. It will help 당신 in the future.”
I nod and hold the book closely. “Th-thank you…”
He nods again, this time with a sigh. “Someone has to die to save your friend, right?”
“Yes…”
“Alright… Do 당신 think 당신 can eat something now?”
I still do not feel well. “No… I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright… Oh! We still need to give 당신 a name, don’t we?”
I just remembered that myself. What will we do for my name anyway? “How do we do that?”
“Let’s see… is there something 당신 like doing?”
I never thought about things I enjoyed doing I suppose. I liked the swings I guess… and for a little bit I liked that game. I liked being with Mickey and Chowder. I think I liked the stories and figuring out words the most. “I like… words, figuring them out on papers and books.”
“Okay… well we can’t call 당신 book-worm, that’d be rude.” He stays silent for a while. Sh-should I be thinking of a name too? U-um… book? Paper? Words? Letters? Parablis? Rea- W-wait… “I never found out what your name was.”
He stops and looks back to me. “Oh that’s right, I never told 당신 did I? My name is Mason.”
That sounds like an interesting name. “Does it mean something?”
He shrugs. “I don’t know. Most names do but I’ll never- I never found out.” I don’t know why he corrected himself but I guess it doesn’t matter. “Now…” He walks about for a bit still thinking, saying “Hmmm” sometimes.
“Do 당신 like the name Rea- w-wait no, no, that’s a boys’ name… Pap-… Do 당신 like the name Parable?”
“What does that mean?”
“Parables are stories that have a lesson basically.”
I think about the lessons I have had to learn. They do not bring happiness. I do not want to be reminded of them when someone says my name. “C-can I have a different one?”
“Alright... Well there’s Paige, do 당신 like that name?”
“That’s a name? I thought… the pages on the book…”
“It’s both. A page on a book is spelled P-A-G-E. Paige the name is spelled P-A-I-G-E.”
“Is… that to make sure there’s a difference between the names?”
“Yes- well I think so. I suppose you’ll find out one of these days… do 당신 want that name?”
I don’t really feel like the name means anything large, but it doesn’t bother me. I would like to have a name, and it does sound nice. I nod. He smiles to me again. “Good. From now on when people ask who 당신 are 당신 can tell them that name. It is your name and that means 당신 are special.”
I manage to smile back. I… I have a name now. I hope Mickey will get to hear it. “Now,” The per- er- M-Mason, says, “I think 당신 might need to get back to your 프렌즈 now. Okay?”
I immediately remember what will happen if I come back and someone isn’t dead. “But that means he’ll-“
“Just-“ He interrupts before closing his eyes and calming down “… try to trust me on this. Okay? I can make sure your friend will be okay.”
“H-how?”
“That doesn’t matter right now. I’m sure he will want 당신 back. Do 당신 have everything of yours? I’m guessing 당신 don’t want those knives back.”
“No… I have everything.”
“Good. I hope 당신 have a nice 일 with your friend.” Mason walks away back into the kitchen. I look up at the hole I came from. It is still open. I should leave now.
I am about to jump up to the hole but I hear something from the kitchen. It sounds like a cutting noise, followed 의해 a large groan… o-or a scream. Is Mason alright? I walk to the 부엌, 주방 and open the door. Mason has his back turned to me but he doesn’t look hurt. “Are 당신 okay?” I ask him.
“… Yes…” He replies. It sounds hard for him to say this, like he has to force the word out.
“A-are 당신 sure?” I start to walk over to him.
“Yes!” He says loudly. I stop walking. His breathing sounds low and stutter-like. He looks like he’s holding his chest. Did… d-did he “Please go.” He tells me while slowly beginning to sink towards the ground. He stabbed… he stabbed himself- he’s going to die!
“B-but you’re d-“
“Your friend,” He grunts, “ne-needs… y-y-you…” He slumps into a sitting position. I don’t want to leave him, I want to help him. Why does everyone have to die.
“PLEASE let me help you!” I yell back, immediately tearing with a sore-throat.
“Trust me… P-Paige… g-go to your friend. I’m… s-sorry that this…”
“Th-that this…?” I start towards him again.
“It’s… too late and it’s what’s needed. Please… PLEASE… go to your friend.”
I stop walking towards him. I know why he did this… I… I don’t think I will ever forgive myself for this. “Th-thank you…” I force out during my sobbing.
“You’re…” He stresses with 더 많이 deep breaths, “W-wel…welc-…c-…ome… Paige…”
I hear his body beginning to thud before I see it and am not able to watch so I turn. Hearing it alone makes me feel as if I have started falling forever and am about to die from splatting on the ground.
I force myself out of the 부엌, 주방 and brace myself against the couch. He… he barely knew me and he did that… he killed himself so Mickey could live. Wh-what happens to his body? I can’t 곰 to go back inside and look at it. I wish I was strong enough to but… I’m just not. I need help… I need help…
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I don’t know when I fell asleep but when I wake up I find myself back at my original house. I am on the couch. Someone is here though… it’s the creator… the Melvin 까마귀 person.
He is not looking at me directly, but he knows I am awake because he tells me one thing… one sentence… “It was too late.”
I cannot even bring myself to speak, to say sorry to the creature. I try to and all that comes out are whimpers. The creature is whimpering as well, slowly, as it dies. I do not want it to die, I never did. I will not feel better when it does die.
My head slides to the side, pulling the rest of me towards the ground. I fall, resting for the moment, and still unable to move. My hand is in front of my face, and lying 다음 to it is one of the knives, red and wet.
I cannot look at it. I need to shut my eyes. I feel so ill from seeing it that I may throw up again. I squeeze with my eyelids, and slowly I am able to close my eyes. I feel the same amount of illness and sadness but at least it is not getting worse now. I only see black in front of me.
I want to fall asleep again but what will happen if I do? I need to make sure that Mickey is alive. I need to make sure that the creator saved h-
A whirring… the arms are here?
I find myself able to open my eyes, and stand up as well. I still feel ill, but not as weak. I must be afraid enough to? Either way, it does feel… a little better to be able to 옮기기 I guess.
The arms open the ceiling and 옮기기 down in front of me. They do not touch me, and instead they 옮기기 over to the dead creature. After a short while of staring they turn back to me. “This does not count.” A voice says from the arms. It is the creator’s voice I can only assume, I do not remember it well enough.
Why would this not count? I did not care about the creature as much as anyone else and I… killed it. “Why?”
“This is a beast.” They, 또는 he, say… says… uh- “Beasts do not have souls.”
How am I meant to “know what does and does not have a soul?”
“See if they can speak. Pick up your weapons. 당신 are not finished yet.”
I look down at the knives, with the creature’s… the “beast’s” blood still on them. It was hard to stab anything in the first place. N-now, I, I have to do it again? Why does he want me to kill things?!
“WHY DO 당신 WANT THEM TO DIE?!” I scream. It feels like I am watching someone else picking up the knives and attacking the arms. They of course grab hold of me, but I am still struggling, trying to stab at the tubes at their top.
The arms then begin to drag me into the ceiling and through the tunnel further. I am still struggling, I am so upset that I have practically forgotten about my question. When the arms actually answer it seems to instantly wake me up from my anger-state. “You are not old enough to understand yet. If 당신 are lucky 당신 will never understand.”
I am dropped into another room. My protection makes a clang against the floor when I land. I hurts but I am able to stand up again. I look up but the arms have already left. I am in a new house, and there is most-likely a new person to kill.
I am less afraid this time. If this person IS a person and not like that creature then they will probably be less violent… and… and easier to kill. ‘I have to do this for Mickey’ I keep telling myself. It feels like something heavy is on 상단, 맨 위로 of me, and when I keep getting closer to finding the person the weight becomes heavier. Because I am standing it feels like it is crushing me, my 본즈 cracking, my body breaking.
The 부엌, 주방 is empty. The 다음 place I can check is the bedroom. I turn around to walk out of the 부엌, 주방 but the door begins to open. The… the person is coming inside? No- no, I, I-I have to hide!
I run to the side then quickly go behind the counter. I hear the person’s footsteps. They are very close. I look over to my right where they 옮기기 towards. The person is at the fridge. The person is taller than I am but not very much more. He is… I think it is a he… a-anyway, he is grey, and he looks like Mickey, Chowder, and I. He has the same ears, face, tail, and such. He is less… strong-looking than Mickey and Chowder. His arms and waist are much skinnier. He is not wearing any clothing except for small pants.
The person is pouring water into a cup. He takes a sip and moves towards my location. I have to move. I try to sneak to the side but my feet slip from my crouching-position and I fall flat on my face. The person hears this.
“Who a-“ I do not know why he has stopped talking. I do not get up, I feel too… ashamed, and afraid, to do that. I feel a tugging from my hands though… h-
I try to tighten my grip on the knives but he has them already. I 옮기기 quickly to get up, and turn around to face him. He is not holding the knives but instead he has placed them on 상단, 맨 위로 of the counter. I try to talk but all that comes out are stutters and stammers.
“You were going to hurt me with these, weren’t you?” He asks me.
“He… s-said I had to.” W-will this person attack me now? He has my knives and he knows I was going to attack him.
He has not attacked me yet, and asks me “Who is ‘He’?”
I don’t know whether I should tell him that. Should that be kept secret? I don’t remember being told to keep it a secret… “The person who made us.”
He gives me a confused stare. “Why would he want 당신 to do that?”
“I don’t know… but if…” He doesn’t even hurt me and I was going to kill him… I can’t do this, I can’t kill him…
I fall to the ground supporting myself with my hands. “I’m sorry!” I keep yelling while shaking my head. He hates me, he has to. My face is wet from crying again, I’ve been doing that so much it starts to hurt. Why does someone have to die?!
He pulls me up. H-he’s going to stab me now, isn’t he? I-!
“It’s okay.” He tells me. He has his hands gently on my shoulders. He doesn’t look angry, he looks… s-supportive? C…cofort… comforting…like uncomfort only… comfort.
“What happens if 당신 don’t do what the maker says?” He asks.
I find it hard to make myself calm enough to talk normally. When I start taking deep breaths they are short and jagged-like. “I… my, f-friend is dying, and the m-maker said, I h-had to…” Every time I say that word it hurts more. I cannot bring myself to say it again.
“… kill me, to save your friend?”
I nod. I do not know what else I can do. What should I do?
“What is your name?” He asks.
I sigh. “I do not have one…”
“Oh!” He seems startled. I become startled 의해 the loudness of his voice and jump a bit. “Sorry.” He continues. “Um… are 당신 hungry?”
“I…” Why is he asking if I am hungry? I… I was told to kill him shouldn’t he be mad? “A-aren’t 당신 mad at me?”
“Maybe I should be, but no, I’m not.”
“B-but the knives and if-“
“We…” He takes a deep breath, looking sad almost. “We can talk about that later, okay?” He looks directly at me with a serious face. “Now do 당신 want to eat something?”
I suppose I would be hungry normally but this whole situation has made me feel too ill to be hungry. “I… don’t think I could… I don’t feel very good.”
“Well 당신 would at least need some water, right? That’s good for when 당신 feel sick.”
“Sick?... is that another word for ill?”
“Yes. There are a few others aside from that but that’s not important.” He walks past me and opens the fridgerat- refri-… that. “I was coming in here to eat something myself, and make some coffee. I hope 당신 don’t mind.”
I am very confused 의해 his actions. There has to be a reason that he is doing this but I do not know it yet. I don’t even reply to him because of how strange this seems. For a moment… for a moment I look over at the knives. He has his back turned and they are right there… I could-
“NO!” I yell. I pick up the knives and throw them away. I don’t know where I do not care where they fall 또는 crash into, I just do not want to see them again. The person is startled, he jumps up and turns quickly around. He looks over at me with wide-eyes, then notices the knives stuck inside one of the cupboards.
I start stammering “I’m sorry” again. When I get past my apology I try to explain, but the person puts a hand up. I stop. “You don’t have to apologize.” He tells me. “You don’t… like those knives, do you?”
I shake my head repeatedly and quickly. I don’t stop so he has to hold my face still before slowly letting go. “I think 당신 should sit down. C’mon.” He leads me out to the living-room and sits me down on the couch. “I’ll be back in a 분 또는 two okay?”
“O-… yes…” I say id…idly.
“There are some 책 on that shelf if 당신 like reading.” He points to something at my left before walking off. It IS a bookshelf. I decide to walk over to it. Many colorful 책 are on it… thick books. I pull one out and open it. The 제목 letters say “34 a n d a h a 엘 f p a r a b 엘 e s”
“Thirty-Four and a half par a’ blis” I sound out. I open it. There are many listed words going downward on it with little dots attaching them to numbers. The first one is called “The Sower”. It is attached to the number five. I notice numbers at the 상단, 맨 위로 of the pages… so… page nine.
On page nine it has the words “The Sower” in big letters. Below it many many words. I try to read them, sounding them in my head. “Thee re one’ss wa’s ah so-“ I cannot read this, I cannot understand it… I put the book on the table. Maybe the person can read it correctly?
I feel terrible. He is being so nice to me even though I was told to kill him. What am I going to do anyway? I’m wasting time and Mickey is dying. I failed to kill the person, I couldn’t, I don’t want to, but something has to happen. I’ll lose Mickey otherwise.
He comes back, wiping with mouth off with a cloth and holding a cup, each in a different hand. “Find anything that 당신 like?” He asks.
“I am not very good at reading.” I say back. “I tried to read this book,” I hold up the parablis book “but I don’t think I used the right sounds for the words.
“Do 당신 want me to read it to you?”
That would be interesting. I… guess I should let him. “Alright.” I hand him the book. He sets his things down and sits 다음 to me. He turns to the Sower story and begins to read. “There once was a sower who went across a field. As he went across the field-“
“E-excuse me.” I interrupt. “B-but what is a sower?”
“Oh. Hm…” He puts his hand to his chin, looking down. “It’s… a gardener… 당신 know where 상추, 상 추 comes from? 샐러드 and such?”
I shake my head.
“Well,” He continues, “All vegetables and 과일 come from seeds 또는 roots. Seeds are much smaller and grow into the plants which become vegetables. The sower is the one who puts the seeds in the ground so that they can grow into plants.”
“I think I understand…” I am a bit confused still but I do not want to make him stop again.
He nods and continues reading. “As he went across the field he scattered seeds around the floor. Some seeds fell on hard soil. These seeds grew quickly but because of their soil they dried up and died quickly, their roots were not strong 또는 deep enough to survive. Other seeds fell where thorns grew. They began to grow with the thorns but eventually were choked and pulled down 의해 the thorn-vines.”
“But didn’t the seeds need to grow?”
“They did. That’s what this story is about.” He clears his throat and continues again. “Some seeds however fell on good soil and grew very strong and tall. They became wheat—wheat is a plant that is used to make bread—and this wheat fed thousands.”
“So… it’s a happy ending?” I ask. I’m not sure what this story means. Is it meant to mean something?
“This story talks about how seeds of Faith are planted.”
“Faith?”
“Faith is a sort of trust. 당신 cannot prove something but 당신 still have enough trust to believe it’s real.”
“But… what should I believe is real?”
“You can have faith in many things. 당신 can have faith in someone to do the right thing, 당신 can have faith that there is always something watching over you, 당신 can have faith that everything will be good in the end. I have faith that there is definitely someone watching over us, but only if we have faith in that.”
Do these seeds have something to do with faith? He said they did but how? “How do the seeds have faith?”
“Well,” He begins, “the seeds that fell among the rocky soil? Those are the seeds that begin with a lot of faith, but they soon lose that faith because of bad times 또는 persecution. The seeds that are with the thorns choke because they are pulled down 의해 others who doubt. People tell them they are wrong and not to have faith. They have doubt, so they lose their faith. But the seeds that fell on the good soil became strong and dedicated to their faith and helped others because of their fate.”
“So… this story wants us to be like the strong seeds?” I ask. He nods to me with a smile. “But… how do I have faith for my friend? He… he’s dying.”
“You can have faith that he will have a better life after death, 또는 that he will be saved.” He gets up and begins to place the book back on the shelf but them he stops and hands it to me instead. “I think 당신 can use this. It will help 당신 in the future.”
I nod and hold the book closely. “Th-thank you…”
He nods again, this time with a sigh. “Someone has to die to save your friend, right?”
“Yes…”
“Alright… Do 당신 think 당신 can eat something now?”
I still do not feel well. “No… I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright… Oh! We still need to give 당신 a name, don’t we?”
I just remembered that myself. What will we do for my name anyway? “How do we do that?”
“Let’s see… is there something 당신 like doing?”
I never thought about things I enjoyed doing I suppose. I liked the swings I guess… and for a little bit I liked that game. I liked being with Mickey and Chowder. I think I liked the stories and figuring out words the most. “I like… words, figuring them out on papers and books.”
“Okay… well we can’t call 당신 book-worm, that’d be rude.” He stays silent for a while. Sh-should I be thinking of a name too? U-um… book? Paper? Words? Letters? Parablis? Rea- W-wait… “I never found out what your name was.”
He stops and looks back to me. “Oh that’s right, I never told 당신 did I? My name is Mason.”
That sounds like an interesting name. “Does it mean something?”
He shrugs. “I don’t know. Most names do but I’ll never- I never found out.” I don’t know why he corrected himself but I guess it doesn’t matter. “Now…” He walks about for a bit still thinking, saying “Hmmm” sometimes.
“Do 당신 like the name Rea- w-wait no, no, that’s a boys’ name… Pap-… Do 당신 like the name Parable?”
“What does that mean?”
“Parables are stories that have a lesson basically.”
I think about the lessons I have had to learn. They do not bring happiness. I do not want to be reminded of them when someone says my name. “C-can I have a different one?”
“Alright... Well there’s Paige, do 당신 like that name?”
“That’s a name? I thought… the pages on the book…”
“It’s both. A page on a book is spelled P-A-G-E. Paige the name is spelled P-A-I-G-E.”
“Is… that to make sure there’s a difference between the names?”
“Yes- well I think so. I suppose you’ll find out one of these days… do 당신 want that name?”
I don’t really feel like the name means anything large, but it doesn’t bother me. I would like to have a name, and it does sound nice. I nod. He smiles to me again. “Good. From now on when people ask who 당신 are 당신 can tell them that name. It is your name and that means 당신 are special.”
I manage to smile back. I… I have a name now. I hope Mickey will get to hear it. “Now,” The per- er- M-Mason, says, “I think 당신 might need to get back to your 프렌즈 now. Okay?”
I immediately remember what will happen if I come back and someone isn’t dead. “But that means he’ll-“
“Just-“ He interrupts before closing his eyes and calming down “… try to trust me on this. Okay? I can make sure your friend will be okay.”
“H-how?”
“That doesn’t matter right now. I’m sure he will want 당신 back. Do 당신 have everything of yours? I’m guessing 당신 don’t want those knives back.”
“No… I have everything.”
“Good. I hope 당신 have a nice 일 with your friend.” Mason walks away back into the kitchen. I look up at the hole I came from. It is still open. I should leave now.
I am about to jump up to the hole but I hear something from the kitchen. It sounds like a cutting noise, followed 의해 a large groan… o-or a scream. Is Mason alright? I walk to the 부엌, 주방 and open the door. Mason has his back turned to me but he doesn’t look hurt. “Are 당신 okay?” I ask him.
“… Yes…” He replies. It sounds hard for him to say this, like he has to force the word out.
“A-are 당신 sure?” I start to walk over to him.
“Yes!” He says loudly. I stop walking. His breathing sounds low and stutter-like. He looks like he’s holding his chest. Did… d-did he “Please go.” He tells me while slowly beginning to sink towards the ground. He stabbed… he stabbed himself- he’s going to die!
“B-but you’re d-“
“Your friend,” He grunts, “ne-needs… y-y-you…” He slumps into a sitting position. I don’t want to leave him, I want to help him. Why does everyone have to die.
“PLEASE let me help you!” I yell back, immediately tearing with a sore-throat.
“Trust me… P-Paige… g-go to your friend. I’m… s-sorry that this…”
“Th-that this…?” I start towards him again.
“It’s… too late and it’s what’s needed. Please… PLEASE… go to your friend.”
I stop walking towards him. I know why he did this… I… I don’t think I will ever forgive myself for this. “Th-thank you…” I force out during my sobbing.
“You’re…” He stresses with 더 많이 deep breaths, “W-wel…welc-…c-…ome… Paige…”
I hear his body beginning to thud before I see it and am not able to watch so I turn. Hearing it alone makes me feel as if I have started falling forever and am about to die from splatting on the ground.
I force myself out of the 부엌, 주방 and brace myself against the couch. He… he barely knew me and he did that… he killed himself so Mickey could live. Wh-what happens to his body? I can’t 곰 to go back inside and look at it. I wish I was strong enough to but… I’m just not. I need help… I need help…
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I don’t know when I fell asleep but when I wake up I find myself back at my original house. I am on the couch. Someone is here though… it’s the creator… the Melvin 까마귀 person.
He is not looking at me directly, but he knows I am awake because he tells me one thing… one sentence… “It was too late.”
So why am I remaking it? Well the series was the first fanfiction series I made and when I did it wasn’t really well written, plotholes galore, so I wanted to remake it completely. But at the same time I didn’t want to redo it because of all the ideas I had.
So what I’m doing is rewriting the story, and keeping it as it was, but making some changes along the way. This way the original story will be there but it will be written better. I’ll add some other parts into it, but rest assured it’s not a reboot, just an edited version.
So what I’m doing is rewriting the story, and keeping it as it was, but making some changes along the way. This way the original story will be there but it will be written better. I’ll add some other parts into it, but rest assured it’s not a reboot, just an edited version.