The Search for Freedom

Lil

I was feeling tired, confused and discouraged about being there. In the park, sitting on the white bench covered with shades of tall trees I didn't know. I didn't know what was happening. I laterally saw a motorcycle with two men riding on it. They passed by using the road several feet in front of me.

"Help! The thieves had snatched my purse!" A woman yelled like a pig.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

She was wearing a white shirt, black skirts, black sandals, and jewelry that glittered when hit by sunlight. She was stunning and possibly wealthy. They were circling around the park. She might have had a sentimental value and there was money in it, but why would she never stop chasing the two men?

I knew I could no longer look at those who were taking the circling road around the park. They were making me feel dizzy. Those snatchers seemed to be playing with a woman who wasn't happy with what they were doing.

They circled around the park many times until I stood up and walked towards the roadside. When I jumped and kicked those men in the necks, the motorcycle was taking the road in front of me. Incredulously cool! I had only seen those moves in movies before, so I could not believe that I could perform them myself. The snatchers had tumbled down the rough road. They were so frail that in one move, both of them had collapsed and lost consciousness.

The woman jogged towards me. I could see she was sweating. She stopped in front of me and chased her breath. She looked exhausted. I realized she wasn't just an ordinary woman because she was so beautiful and also young. Began with her face: kissable, enticing red lips when she smiled; dark, thick lashes shaded her round honey-amber eyes; thin brows pointing sideways, like little wings; and a high-pointed nose.

I took the pouch from a snatcher and walked towards the woman. While handing her the black pouch, I saw her beautiful round face and her long, tied hair, which was bouncing when she ran. I heard her say a word when she accepted the purse, but I could not understand it.

"Miss beautiful, can you speak English?" I asked.

She didn't reply, but when she furrowed her forehead, I knew she hadn't understood me either. What else could I do if we could not understand each other? She looked so beautiful and wealthy, but why didn't she know how to speak English? Perhaps she was saying "thank you," because her words sounded like gratitude. But I was wrong, because there was someone behind me who suddenly grabbed my arms. I could feel my bones had been fractured.

I glanced at the snatchers who came back into the world of living. They were in long black pants, black shoes, black jackets, and hoods. I could not see their eyes because they were wearing black eyeglasses. I tried to escape, but they were so strong that I could feel the pain when they clutched my arms.

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They seemed to have a word, but I could not understand their language. The woman had already eluded them. Maybe she didn't want to be involved in our fight. I knew that whatever I would say, they couldn't understand me. Even though I had cried and my tears rolled down my face, they were so heartless that they could not understand what I felt.

One of the snatchers goes towards my front while the other holds my arms firmly at my back. I knew what they were planning to do, and I wasn't wrong. The merciless man angrily punched my abdomen.

My tears and sweat were dripping down my feet because of the extreme pain I got from helping others. Why was that happening to me? Why was the exchange painful if I did good to others? The man punched me many times, like a punching bag, until I vomited a red liquid, and there was also blood oozing from my nose. I felt like my intestines had been torn.

I knew hope was gone and that was the last day of my life. But I still had a little luck that the woman had indulgence to come back and to save me. She was holding a big stick and slowly walked towards us. She reached for the back of the man who was punching me in the abdomen, and she forcefully stroked his nape.

The man keeled down the road. He was out of it again, and the other had let go of me and fled in terror. My flesh and blood seemed in disarray.

But the fight had not ended. The man who escaped a while ago came back with a sharp, glittering object. He ran towards the woman, who looked exhausted as I could see her pale face diffused with sweat.

"He is going to chop you!" I slowly shouted.

Despite my weakness and the pain emanating from my stomach, I knew there was something I could do. I still had the strength to pull her out, and I did that without any doubt. She was in my front and we were looking at each other's eyes. She was shocked and confused about why I did that.

"Aw!" I jolted and raised my head up in a sudden jerk, my eyes stuck ahead because of the pain coming from my spine. My bone was totally fractured and cut by the man, whom I didn't even know.

The word "magic" crossed my mind. Please show yourself to me. I needed your help. It was raining sorrows, and I was hit by one of the bullets. All I felt was pain: pain from my stomach; pain from my back; pain from my bones; pain from my flesh; and pain from my heart and soul.

The woman was appalled while looking at me. Her eyes widened. My teardrops fell down her beautiful face. After a second, I totally, totally fell down on her big breasts. My world stopped turning around.