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Life Doesn’t Get




           Easier or More Forgiving,




           We Get Stronger and




           More Resilient                                                                                                                                                                                 ~Illustration


                                                                                                                                                                                                       by Lai Kah Yan

           Written by Ku Min Tzi                              matters worse, Adam’s father chose to seek
                                                              alcohol to relieve stress. I rarely see Adam
           August 23rd, 2020                                  now. He has been working part time and

           It was a spooky and stormy Sunday night,           taking night shifts due to class being in
           I returned to the hostel after staying home        the afternoon. He looks tired all the time
           for the weekend. I was greeted with a              and it took a toll on his grades. One night,
           dark room which looked terrifying from             I saw him break down in tears. He was
           a distance. There was a faint whimpering           shirtless, revealing bruises on his body.
           sound amidst the raging thunder. I felt
           chills running down my spine. Under the            “I… I feel like everything has gone
           illumination of the moonlight, I cowardly          wrong… Like my world is crumbling
           held the door ajar. I saw a shadowy figure         around me,” mumbled Adam. He
           in the corner of the room whimpering. It           continued while snivelling,
           happened again.

                                                              “It’s getting colder, and so is my heart. It’s
           Adam is my roommate and we went to                 getting darker, and so are my thoughts.                              ashamed, guilty, even though everything           because of him.
           the same college. He was a smart and               The leaves are falling and so am I, falling                          that happened to him wasn't his fault. It
           trustworthy person. He was an extrovert            apart.”                                                              just felt wrong. I stopped asking questions.  We sat outside the surgery room.
           while I was an introvert, we got along                                                                                  I pulled up my chair to sit next to him
           like a house on fire. He loved to talk,            I held him in my arms, I had never felt                              and comforted him in an attempt to                “After all he’s done to you, why do you still
           and I liked to listen. But after our second        so helpless in my life. He cried until he                            tranquillise his emotions, but to no avail.       care about him so much?” I asked.
           semester break, he started becoming                fell asleep, it was obvious he hadn't been                           He was trying to stand strong even when
           quieter. Each time he opened the hostel            sleeping well since he slept like a log while                        the ground beneath was shaking. We sat in  “Well, he’s my dad. He’s taken care of me

           door, he seemed more and more soulless.            I carried him to his bed. After class ended                          silence until his phone rang. He stood up         for so long, now I just wanna help him get
           He used to be the bright sun that beamed           the next day, I brought him to a nearby                              in shock, his face turned pale, as his lips       back on the right track.” Adam answered
           rays of positivity everywhere he went,             cafe to have a serious talk. He refused to                           trembled and his legs shook.                      while trying to force a smile.
           now he just looks like a walking corpse            make eye contact and avoided as many
           awaiting doomsday’s arrival.                       questions as he could.                                                “My… My dad fell down the stairs,” Adam  Deep down we all know it isn't as easy as

                                                                                                                                   quivered.                                         it seems. We waited in silence after that. I
           Early July, 2020                                   “I can't help if you aren’t willing to tell me                                                                         fell asleep while waiting for the surgery to
           I heard his mother fled the house with             anything.” I said sternly.                                           We rushed to the hospital. While we were          finish. I woke up from all the screaming.
           most of their money. Adam’s father is now                                                                               on the way there, I realised that he still        Adam was arguing with his father.
           struggling to make ends meet. To make              He couldn't even lift his head up, he felt                           cares about his father albeit suffering


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