Imaginative piece
Within the ghostly spooky of midnight, to sit down in the heart of the sofa was what brad dearly loved to do the most. He would peer into the sight of his dull living room, eyes without life. The TV screen was painted with iridescent and vermillion shades. He was indoctrinated by the animated pixels that shone with luminosity.
Sometimes, he would go on for hours, waking up with hooded eyes stained with the massive shade of crimson. But behind the brick wall that holds him hostage, there were people who were no different to him.
Until one ominous night, the murky figure of a man emerged from the intersection of the street. The sudden ticking of electricity roared through the street. Leo’s eyes slowly peers away from the pixelated image that was formulated on the screen. His curiosity piqued and he was compelled to listen to the murmuring outside.
But Leo glances down, observing the electrical wire tightly coiled around his slender wrist. His bloodshot eyes throbbed like static fire erupting in flames. Leo steadily untangles the wire, fearing that he would generate commotion. Eventually, his episodic moment progresses. He subtly throws the wire onto the rigid carpet and stumbles to the window.
Grunt, sigh.
The steel window restricts Leo from explicitly viewing outside. He rubs his itchy eyes with aggression. He then notices two blurry silhouettes attempting to converse under the bloody moonlight. Leo’s mouth gaped slowly as he noticed the bulky figure with human bodily traits. It was the first time he had seen another person in years.
It was the first time his heart had beat again.
But before Leo could persist and continue to observe, the scintillant lights on the gadget box orders him to sit down. Leo could feel the tension in the room build into a crescendo. Without any contemplation, Leo hurried to sit back down onto the heart of the sofa as the TV series commenced. His eyes stung and screamed with fury. His eyes were filled with antiseptic.
As the moonlight peaks on the fabric of night, Leo’s mind races with curiosity and awe. No had ever dared to detest the circumstances of society. So, why was this man an anomaly?
The electric aura zaps him awake like thunder, forcing his mind to fill with caution. His hand shook with fear and terror. But Leo thought about his past and present. Leo yearned to go back. His skeletal but steady figure rises from the chair repelling against the electric aura that had engulfed him. His bony fists smash the boxy gadget. The glass shatters and the static atmosphere diminishes.
Leo walks over to the dusty door and opens it widely, appreciating the frosty wind that embraced him.
For once he had finally opened his eyes.
For once, his heart beat again.