《Red Eyes》02 - Memories
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Chapter 02 – Memories
Long lost memories of past passed by me as I lost my consciousness. Sweet and painful memories of past that would never come back to me.
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I was 10 or 11 years old when this had happened. I had totally forgotten about it long time ago. Sleeping on my bed, I woke up to a noise. This time though I was observing myself. I could see myself opening my eyes, and red demon standing by door. I still do not know what it was, a demon, an angel or whatever it was. I can remember it now. Disgusting sound of laughing that woke me up. It was as tall as door to my room, its head almost touching top of 3.20 meter tall entrance. Back then I thought it was a demon as it was made of fire. Smokeless fire was blowing out from its body though its arms, legs and body were looking like a human’s body parts. In between of those flames you could see its eyes, nose and mouth made from a darker red color fire in comparison to rest of its body. Its laugh made me nervous. I couldn’t sleep and it was not going anywhere else. Standing and laughing. Few times I pulled blanket to cover my head, and waited for sometime to pass and peeked to check. It had not gone anywhere, creepy sounds of laugh were still coming. I couldn’t stay up for long, sometime later I slept over. Never I spoke of this to anybody else. Why I was seeing this?
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Another flashback, another long lost memory. It was first year of university. Happy Wednesday’s they called it. University bar was giving discounts on drinks so lots of students were attending Wednesday nights. I went not for cheap drinks but for beautiful chicks. Australia has the most beautiful girls a man could think of. Blondes, brunettes, redheads – blacks, whites, asians... I loved it. Moreover some of local girls had pink cheeks which turned me on greatly.
Omar and I were a team. A real team, making moves on girls, thinking about new tactics to approach them. It was like a science to us. I had khaki pants and white short sleeve shirts on. I was using Viktor & Rolf perfume back in those days. It lasted long and was a girl magnet. Chicks loved smell of that perfume. I drank a glass of beer that night. It was early but I told Omar that I’m going to leave. Unibar was placed inside the university but close to main road that took you to CBD. It was called University Rd, if I remember correctly. I walked for a while checking features of iphone 3G which I acquired recently. I turned right to walk another kilometer and half instead of taking bus. Weather was hot, even though it was 10 p.m, but there was a nice breeze that chilled me. After some time, I reached zebras to pass the road to go to university dorms. Standing still, I took out pack of Marlboro gold and lighted a cigarette. I heard the sound of engine revving from a distance; a car was driving at a high speed. Green lights came on for people to pass and I saw a blonde girl taking her first step when I reach out with my right hand and grabbed from her hoodie and pulled her back. She turned her face in anger and was going to say something when car passed by us with high speed.
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[Me]: It’s not the best way to kill yourself. If you wanna do suicide jump from top of a building, or sit in a room filled with gas. Most important of all, write a paper that nobody has killed you or forced to do it.
She had a “what the fuck are you talking about face”.
[-]: Wha?
[Me]: Because of you driver of that car was going to go to prison. I’m telling you its not the best way to commit a suicide!
She was in shock and I took my leave with my usual “I do not give a shit attitude”.
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Another flashback where I was entering dorm house where Omar lived. It was his birthday party and I had bottle of Dom Pérignon as a bday gift. Guest room was filled from wall to wall with lots of people. Omar shouted out at me and I went towards him. We hugged and I opened champagne. He got hold of bottle and drank it without waiting for someone to bring a glass. We laughed when blondie from other time came up to us.
[-]: You... (I cut her words again)
[Me]: What’s up suicide girl?
[-]: I was not committing a suicide!
[Omar]: Soviets, Have you met Katie?
[Me]: I stopped her just before committing a suicide and she seems to be angry at me because of that...
[Omar]: Really?
[Me]: I don’t lie!
[Katie]: You son of a bitch! Stop misinforming people! I told you I was not committing suicide...
I looked at Omar and winked. He left us.
[Me]: Then you owe me a thank you. For saving your life.
[Katie]: Ah.. That makes sense. Why they call you soviets?
[Me]: Lemme show you...
I grabbed her hand and went through crowd while she followed me. We went into kitchen. Juanito was there filling cups with some kind of crazy Colombian cocktail that he came up with. He saw me with Katie, nodded in greeting and left us alone. I took two cups and filled them both with 42below. It was a kiwi brand but they made really good vodka. Better than Smirnoff at least. There was almost 250 ml of vodka in each cup.
[Me]: You up to it?
[Katie]: That’s too much!
I smiled, took cup of vodka and drank it in one go. I seized a slice of lemon afterwards and ate it to overcome vodka’s chill.
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[Me]: That’s how you do it! Now will you?
She hesitated for a moment but took the cup into her hands.
[Me]: Trick is not to smell it. Remember do not smell the vodka or you won’t be able to finish it in one go.
I told that because I knew she is going to smell it if I told her. Her arm went up and side of glass cup was in her mouth... After two gulps, she couldn’t continue. Releasing her arm back, she put the glass on kitchen table. Drops of vodka were flowing from her lips to her chin. I gave her slice of lemon and she ate it...
[Katie]: Now what?
She was smaller than me in height. Maybe 10 centimeters. Maybe less. She was attractive though. Long blonde hair was flowing from her head down to busts. Whitish tanned skin was calling out to me. I looked at her eyes. Vodka would be doing its job by now. I brought up my right arm and she grabbed my right hand with her left. I pulled her to me, while grabbing her ass with my left hand. I could feel her breathing heavily. We kissed. Kiss of my life, which I would never forget...
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Omar, Kamal, Ryu and yours truly were coming back from some beach party at St. Kilda when few lebanese wannabe gangster kids demanded some money from us. They were not exactly kids but still younger than 25 on average. There were 4 or 5 of them. All of them had well-build bodies, most probably because of pumping iron in gym and proteins. Thanks to my judo skills and Omar’s boxing skills we screwed them big time. Omar was not a pro fighter but knew few moves and outdid one of them. However I made sure that rest of them never attack anybody else. One of them had a dislocated shoulder by end of fight. The other one unsuccessfully tried to punch me when I grabbed his arm and overthrew him around to fall back on his spine. Not losing another second, I run on him grabbed his head and punched him on top of his head by using my arm lock. Blood began to fall off and they were scared shitless... I was never inclined towards violence but if someone attacked me, last thing to expect from me was mercy. After Ukrainian revolution when Klitschko got into parliament he was asked a question by a reporter. “Mr. Klitschko there are fights happening in parliament and you are staying away from all of them, why?”. His reply was golden... “Because on average I get around 10mil dollars per fight and again on average I punch around 100 times per battle. In parliament, for every punch I make, is there going to be anybody who will pay me 100000 dollars?”. That was my motto from then on, but I didn’t overlive...
I saw few more flashbacks that had happened in my life. It was all in front of my eyes as if my life was a movie and I was watching it in fast-forward in a movie theater. Memories of the past. Sweet or painful did not matter. They were all that I had.
Another bullet pierced me and my body stopped to function. I died. Believe me death is not a scary thing. It is not painful either. It happens in an instance where you do not feel that it had happened. At long last I was feeling at peace by welcome death upon myself.
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