Cat Walk Wish (Part 4)

Cat Walk Wish (Part 4) All of us have our own story. All of us are the protagonist of our own novel, however, we can also be the main antagonist of another's book. We can also be there supporting characters - a friend, an ascendant or descendant, a brother or sister, a neighbor, and a complete stranger. As I was writing my life, I realized that we live in a branch of a tree - all are connected to each other. Like our life, all novels have their own genre. It's up to us how we handle our life. Remember, God gave us the power of CHOICE. I don't know why I chose a life with a complicated situation. Why did I let a Cat Walk ruin my story? Why did I choose to be overwhelmed by my ENVY? ---------- "Okay," He said before telling what he knows. "After a person throws a wish in the Cat Walk, they eventually die. They were not murdered, they became demented and they commit suicide. The Cat Walk attacks psychologically, where everyone is vulnerable." "Why do you want to help me?" I asked him. I wasn't nervous about what he said. As if I was already engulfed by my sadness and I have no space for fear - I am paralyzed. "I want the Cat Walk to stop it." He replied with a glance of valiant and hope in his eyes. "How will you do it?" He didn't answer. He just relaxed his back on the couch as if he don't want to hear what I'm saying to him. "And why do you seem to care? You should've just let us. It's our fault, and we chose to make a wish." "I'm sorry, but I can't let anybody die again." "But why!?" I angrily say. "Because my sister die by wishing there!" He answered. "Have you ever think about your parents? Don't you love them? Will you just ignore the chance of surviving? How could you!" Oh ... I forgot about my family. I remember how my friend's mother cried so much. I can't imagine my mother is crying because of me. He's right! I was being selfish. Why will I just give up? "So what will I do?" ---------- It's midnight. The whole place was very silent. The only sound I can hear that time was the swoosh of the wind and the rustle of the leaves. We were in the Cat Walk. He told me to do the ritual and stop when I'm in the thirtieth step, then I will open my eyes so the Cat Walk, himself, will appear in front of me. The plan was dangerous. He told me not to do anything if his in front of me. "Have you done this thing already?" I asked him. "Well," He didn't answer directly. I know it was his first time. "You don't need to answer it. I know it's your first time." "Even though this is my first time, my father told me - the only way to survive is to fight the being in the Cat Walk himself." He positively told me. "How?" I asked. I was very scared that time. To fight the being in the Cat Walk?! It's outrageous! How will you fight such powerful being? Well, anyway I really didn't want to do it, but if it's the only way, then I need to try it. God will provide. As I stood in front of the stairs, the wind started to blow a little furious. I was nervous and frightened, but I need to do this. One. I started the count. I sighed very deep and I looked at him (the complete stranger) first to assure if he's still there. Then I closed my eyes. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. I stopped. Like the last time I did this, a sound, just like a voice of someone, whispered in my ears. I can't understand what he was saying. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. While I was climbing and counting, the wind blew furiously. I can hear the strange rustling of the leaves. Even the sky started to rumble his thunder. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. I keep my eyes close. The wind became sadistic. It blew strongly very much. I felt something was stopping me to do it. Twenty. Twenty One. Twenty Two. Twenty Three. Twenty Four. Twenty-Five. Twenty-Six. Twenty Seven. Twenty. Eight. Twenty Nine. One step away. I stopped for a while. Thirty. Finally! I stopped again. It's relaxing to finally got on the end, but it's scary in a sense that you think you're about to die. I sensed someone was in front of me. I can feel his breath and his presence. I just need to open my eyes to reveal its real form, but I'm scared. As I opened my eyes, everything stopped. The wind stopped to blow, the leaves are still, and the sky is clear. No one is in front of me, and yet I can still feel the nervousness. The silence is very strange. I looked at me and find if he is still in position, however, his not there anymore. Then I looked back to face my front, but then the place changed, it shifted to daylight. 'What's happening?' I asked myself. I started to walk forward. I quickly eyed the whole place to see someone. I went to the school ground, but the whole place is really empty. I went to the basketball gym, and yet no one's there. I went back to the school ground and the place was filled with everyone as if nothing happened. I saw one of my classmates, then I approach him, but it seemed I am invisible. They all can't see me. Then I saw my friend. He was walking alone on the school ground. Many people greeted him, but he just smiled and didn't even talk or say Hi. "Hey!" Our classmate talked to him. "Hello." He just smiled and greeted blankly, and he stooped his head. I can see from his eyes that he is problematic. "Is there any problem?" Our classmate asked. He didn't answer. "Hey! Are you alright? It seemed you have a very big problem." Then my friend walked away without saying anything. I followed him. I can sense what he is feeling that time. He is very sad, I know he is. As I followed him, he was heading towards the old garden at the back of the main building. Like me, he also sat on the deserted bench. He was writing in a notebook. I didn't know he had a diary. "Why is (My Name) angry at me? Why is he trying to avoid me? Did I done something wrong?" That's the line I read in his diary. "Who's there?" He heard something, but I didn't hear any sound. I thought he can feel me, so I talked but he didn't answer. It seemed he experienced the same thing I encountered when I was alone in the old garden. "Who's there? Don't make fun of me!" He looked everywhere, but there's none. Then he stood up and walked towards the front of the stairs. He was staring at the Cat Walk. Like what I did, he closed his eyes and then he started to count. One. Two. Three. As he was counting, he seemed to feel something but the wind and the surrounding are pleasant. No one's in the place. Could it be possible that as we were performing the ritual, we're the only one who can feel it? I followed him up the stairs. Then a black cat appeared suddenly in mid-air. It was a deja vu. Twenty-Eight. Twenty Nine. Thirty. He sighed. Thirty One. He got the thirty-first step too. When I looked back to the black cat, it disappeared. He started to chant the lines. ---------- Then everything went back to normal. My friend was in front of me. He was drenched with blood like the first time I saw him. He was looking at me, and he was also crying. "(My Friend)," I said. "I'm sorry if ... " I dreaded. "You said, we will be friends forever, but why did you do it to me?" He asked. He's walking towards me. "I'm sorry." I was starting to cry. "You're sorry? You took my feet." He was starting to get angry. "And you know what I wished? I wished that they will choose you in the try-out, and our coach will treat you better." I kneeled in front of him. I was crying. I felt his anger at me. "But then, you wished me to die. You wanted me to disappear." "No! I didn't wish you to die. You're my friend. How can I do it?" "Then, come with me. I don't want to be alone." It made me feel much scared. He wanted me to come with him? He wanted me dead too? I was in deep silent. He's telling me to commit suicide. But if I don't do it, I will still die. The Cat Walk will still drive me crazy. I sighed first before I answer. "Okay," I consented. "I'll come with you." He smiled, then he walked near me. He put his arms around my shoulder, and we walked together towards the cliff beside the Cat Walk. I'm scared. My tears were trickling down my cheeks. But if this is what my friend wants, I'll do it. I closed my eyes, and I felt his arms pushing me down the cliff. We're falling. ---------- It was the end of my life, I thought. A flashback of my life with my friend reminded me. The ups and downs we encountered in life. The crime we did, and the happiness we share. I remember my family, but it's too late. I will die soon. Everything will last tonight. But then, I saw a bright light in front of me. I heard a voice. He was calling me. I saw a figure - a very familiar figure. He was pulling my right hand upwards. "Don't you dare die because of me!" I know who was speaking to me. "Hey! Wake up you d*ck h3@d." It was my friend. I looked beside me. It wasn't my friend anymore, it was someone else - a yellow-eyed version of my friend. "Just hold off his hands and don't let me be alone." The one beside me said. "Oh yeah!" My friend said. "Get off him!" His voice is like a rumbling of thunder, the one holding my body just disappeared. My friend was still holding my hands in the cliff. "I'm very sorry," I told him. "You don't need to be sorry. All of the things he told you is a lie. Well, except to what I wished for." I saw a pleasant face in him. He was smiling. He pulled me up, and he embraced me. "I know you're blaming yourself for what had happened to me, but it's not your fault. He killed me, not you. And about my feet, it was an accident. Okay?" He embraced me goodbye, and he just disappeared. I was hearing a voice. "Hey! Are you alright?" It was the complete stranger talking to me. ---------- Then, I woke up. I saw myself lying in the hospital bed and a dextrose in my right hand. My mother was sleeping beside me. I hold her head. Then he woke up. "Oh God!" She exclaimed. "Are you alright? Do you want anything? Are you hungry?" I shook my head telling her I'm not hungry. My dad arrived and he touched my head. I smiled at him. I told them I was sorry for what happened. The complete stranger entered the door. He was smiling at me. "Hi! Are you alright?" "I'm fine," I replied. My parents went out the room. "Did you told my parents?" "Of course not. Why will I? I don't really know what happened to you back there. You were hanging on the cliff. You seemed to be awake, you're even talking to someone. I was holding your arms. I was calling your name, but you didn't answer." ---------- I can't imagine all of those things happened to me. It seemed a dream - a nightmare. A week later, I recovered. Everything is back to normal. No ghost and anything. But I learned one thing: "Wishes are created for good things. Wishes are not meant to overcome envy." If you don't have it, and you want it because you're jealous, then just be thankful for what you have, and start working to have what they have.