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sweat dripping
from my nose now mixed with the tears from my eyes. It was
pointless.
    Dejected, upset and in increasing paid, I
began my walk home. As I continued home the words spoken to me, as
I lay on the foot path, repeated in my head. Over and over.
    “For you alone”.
    “Re-discover your words”.
     
    What could he have meant by that? Was it the same
little man from the forest years ago? How could he have disappeared
so quickly? What if the car had hit me? What is a page walker? So
many questions, ones no one would be able to answer. Events no one
would believe.
    I replayed the whole scenario over and over
until I reached my front door. I looked thought the kitchen window
so see my mum still drinking tea and reading some papers on the
table. I quietly opened the door and proceeded to make my way down
the hall towards my bedroom. I hoped mum hadn’t heard me come in
but that hope was short lived.
    “Well? Did you make it in time?” she said
from the kitchen without getting up from her stool.
    “Uh, yea. But the queue was too big. Didn’t
get it submitted. It sucked” I said without stopping.
    “Awk well Chrisey, next time sure!” she
shouted towards me as I disappeared down the hall.
     
    I slammed the door, threw my bag into corner of the
room, kicked of my trainers, pushed the fresh laundry off my bed
onto the floor, turned my CD player on and blasted Alice in Chains
and slumped face first onto my bed. I sank into it for what felt
like 10 feet. I was swallowed by my duvet and mattress. I lifted my
pillow and pulled it over the back of my head, burying my face into
the bed. I pulled down tight on the pillow to muffle my screams and
anger and I let all my emotion out. I screamed until my throat
hurt, and sobbed through gritted teeth. I lay for an hour or so
alone and face down on my bed. The images of today replayed in my
mind, the prize I had never won, the opportunity that would have
changed my life was gone. The car that almost ended my life, the
exhaustion of the running, the pain of my knees and back. Then the
eyes, the bloody green eyes!
    Every time a memory of today would flash into
my head the eyes would pierce me from nowhere. When I saw the car,
getting closer the headlights turned to green eyes and I awoke.
When I was running full speed towards the lights, the lights would
change to green eyes and I would awake. When I opened my bag to get
the manuscript out, green eyes, awake. When I librarian came out to
address the crowd? Yes you guessed it! Green eyes and awake.
     
    I sat up then, just staring at the wall and the
corner of my room. Even the sweet tone of Jerry Cantrell’s guitar,
the beat of Sean Kinney on drums and the harmonies of Jerry and
Layne on `rooster’ couldn’t improve my mood. In fact, they were
perfect. I stared at my bag, knowing what lay within.
    Getting to my feet I went over and got my
bag, dumping the pages onto the bed. I just stared at the final
product of all my hard work. I knew in my soul that this was
special but my mind convinced me it was just words on a page. Words
that would amount to nothing and a waste of my time. I pulled the
curtains, opened my bedroom window as wide as I could, grabbed the
folder and opened it. I prised apart the metal rings and grabbed
the pages all together in one hand. With one scream I ran towards
to open window to throw the pages outside and out of my life. My
arm extended with what felt like an Olympic javelin worthy precise
angle. I opened my hand and as the plastic pockets and A4 white
pages flew from my grasp, I felt time slow.
    I could see the handful of paper opening wide
and fanning out as it flew. The wave of white slowed with the wind
outside, I felt a feeling wash over me, best described as nausea
and exhilaration together. The feeling you get as you climb the
ladder of the top diving board, mixed with the feeling you get as
your feet leave the board when you jump. Or the feeling of pre and
post roller coaster combined.
    I felt