So...i've started a blog... and, well I haven't got much to talk about. Sooo story bloggie anyone?? :D
haha, i typed some stories b4...never really finished any cos i never bothered showing most of them to anyone. Hopefully...if u have time u might read it? :)
So here goes. This story is about a boy. And a girl. And some other stuff, oh just read it already:
*WARNING, speling n gramar mistakes are not been cheked yet* only kidding, but seriously*
Tells the tale of a person who can do the incredible..and a person who needs the incredible done to survive.
It had hurt ever since she was young. Hayley had only been two when she had suffered from end-stage heart failure, but she had survived the illness. However, after 11 years, her heart could take it no longer. Hayley’s heart was failing, and she needed a new one, fast. To support her failing heart, she had been hooked up with a device, commonly known as a mechanical heart, which aided her heart’s functions. But the machine could only last for two years, and time was running out. Already a year had gone by, and still she had not received a suitable heart.
*
Today was September 29. It had been a year since Hayley had been implanted with the mechanical heart. She had only a year to go left. Time was running out.
Hayley sat on her hospital bed, tired from the day’s events. She had attended a press conference on her condition. There she had broken down. Tears streamed down her eyes as she pleaded, “How much longer do I have to wait for a heart?” She said to the people present at the press conference. She did not know what else to say. She had been disappointed many a time by different heart donors who were either of a different blood type or heart size. She knew it was not the fault of anyone, but she just felt so hopeless.
*
It was around 8.00 p.m. A boy around 14 years old picked up a newspaper from a nearby newspaper stand. The headline read “Teenager Still Waiting For Heart”. He read the front page and was about to read the continuation of the article when a burly-looking man appeared. “This ain’t a library, kid. You want to read that, you’ve got to pay for it,” The man spitted.
“How much?” Asked the boy. The man smiled wickedly and said, “RM 3.50.” The price was obviously much more than it should have been, but the boy just fished out four RM1 notes and put it on a pile of newspapers.
“Keep the change.” Said the boy, and he walked off just like that with the paper.
When the boy was out of his sight, the man selling newspapers laughed at the foolish boy. “Sucker.” He said outloud. He looked at the spot where the teenager had left the money...only to discover it wasn’t there anymore. “What the...?” He turned his gaze towards where the boy had walked off and sweared loudly.
*
It was the boy who laughed this time. “Sucker.” Said the boy. The man had tried to cheat him of his money, and he had been so happy with his success that he had not even bothered to pocket the money immediately. Not that it would have made much difference anyway, whether he had pocketed it or not. The boy could still have taken it.
You see, this boy was special. He had a gift of performing miracles. He could do the impossible, he could return sight to a blind man if he wanted to, even bring rain to a drought-stricken wasteland. However he does not do it everyday. He does his work secretly, perhaps curing a poor farmer’s herd of sheep of some deadly sickness, or even stopping a small village from being invaded by warlords. After all, no one wants too much attention.
To tell his story or his origin would be too long and would probably take a year and a half. He only looks fourteen and acts fourteen but he is far, far older than fourteen. He seldom uses a name because few know him.
He walked along a deserted park at around 10 o’clock at night humming the tune of a song. He read the article of a teenage girl in need of a heart and his body shivered. He felt strange. Sadness didn’t come easily to him having lived for years and seeing many tragic incidents. But he felt tears in his eyes.
Rarely had he felt the feeling of hot tears in his eyes. He allowed one to flow down his cheek before getting a grip on himself. “Seems this young lass needs a miracle.” He said to himself and grinned. “Well then, she’ll get the best there is.”
*
“How are you feeling today Hayley?” Asked one of the nurses. There were two nurses doing a daily check on her. The nurses and doctors were all kind toward her and Hayley was grateful for that.
Hayley felt tired and sickly despite having a night’s sleep. “You have a visitor today.” Said one of the nurses.
“Who is it? Is it my parents?” She asked the nurse. Hayley’s parents visited her almost everyday without fail, they desperately wanted to be with their daughter every second but they had jobs to be taken care of.
“No. He’s a handsome boy.”
Hayley thought hard to see if she knew any handsome boys. “Fikri?”
“No, someone else. I’ll send him in now, shall I?” Said the nurse, and she left without another word.
An instant later, a boy stood at Hayley’s room door. He knocked and let himself in. “Hello there. My gosh you look thin!” The boy had a shocked look on his face.
Hayley just stared at him. She had never met the boy before. Was he in the wrong room?
The boy regained himself and put on a smile. “Sorry, but you do look grossly thin. I’m sure that can be cured.”
Hayley just stared at the boy, too surprised to say anything. The boy frowned. “Well aren’t you going to say anything? Oh, wait, are you to weak to talk?”
“I’m sorry but have I met you before?” She said, proving him wrong.
“Of course not. You’re too young to know me. I haven’t been in Malaysia for years.” He said simply. “I hope you like carnations, I brought you some.” True enough, there was a bouquet of different coloured carnations in his right hand. Hayley could have sworn they weren’t there a moment ago.
Hayley just stared awkwardly at the stranger. She was sure she had never met him before in her entire life, and he himself had said so too. So what was he doing in her room with flowers and searching for a vase?
“This will do nicely.” Said the stranger as he reached under her bed and pulled out a pretty little vase with little flowers on it. Hayley could have sworn that vase hadn’t been there before too.
Hayley pushed the button to call the nurse.
“Oh, that won’t work. At least not for now, so we can have a little privacy.”
What was this stranger talking about? The nurse would always appear just seconds after she presses the button. However, a few minutes past but no nurse appeared.
She frowned. “Okay, how’d you do that?”
“Simple. I’m a miracle maker.”
Hayley got the wrong idea. “Oh, are you some sort of magician someone hired?”
The boy rolled his eyes. “Do I look like some sort of ridiculous magician who wears a coat with dozens of hidden pockets and pulls rabbits out of someone’s armpit?”
Hayley didn’t think that saying all those words in a single breath to be even possible. It took a magician to do that.
“Although, magician has a nice ring to it, I prefer miracle maker. Or if you would like, you could think of the miracle I’m about to do for you as a magic trick.”
“Okayyyy...” Hayley wondered whether if she was hallucinating about the boy.
The boy shook his head. “No, you’re not hallucinating.”
“That’s what you would say even if you were some sort of hallucination.” She retorted at him.
The boy snorted. “No, if I were a product of some crazed part of your brain I’d be a twenty-foot tall beast with razor sharp claws able to rip you to shreds. Oh, I’d also be incapable of speech, being twenty feet tall and all that...”
Hayley stopped thinking of the boy as a hallucination. No hallucination could be this annoying. “Right... You still haven’t told me who you are.”
“I already told you, I’m a miracle maker.”
Hayley frowned at the boy. “Could you be a little bit more specific than that?”
“I’ve already told you I’m a miracle maker, I don’t use names because not that many people know me to use it that often. What else have I left out? Nothing. Nothing you need to know of course.”
Hayley groaned in frustration. She couldn’t believe she was arguing with a crazy teen who claimed he was a miracle maker. “Look, I—” She stopped suddenly, feeling pain at her chest. She fell back to the bed clutching herself.
The pain was agonizing and she reached out to call the nurse. Then she remembered that the button wouldn’t work.
Strangely, the pain began to disappear. As the last of the pain seem to disappear all together she looked up to see the face of the Malay boy. His face seemed deadly serious. “I didn’t know it was this serious.” He said solemnly.
“How..—how did the pain disappear?”
“I told you before, I’m a miracle maker.”
“Don’t be silly, nobody can make miracles happen.”
The boy cracked his knuckles anticipately as if taking what she just said as a challenge. “Why do you think I’m here? Just to drop by? I’m here to perform a miracle. I’m here to give you your heart.”
continued next post. :) if u even bothered to read it at all...-.-
