Introducing Amber J. Liu (1/1)

Chapter 1: Introducing Amber J. Liu  I remembered the time when I was younger. I used to run around in my grandma's rose garden during the weekends. While my sister preferred to stay indoors and read and book. Any person would've been awed by the beauty it possessed. As it was managed by the best garderner in the state. Roses of different colours and sizes. Each emitted its own type of beauty.Yellow. The colour of friendship and happiness.  White. The colour of innocence and purity.Purple. The colour of enchantment and enthrallment.and Red. The colour of love and respect. My grandma once told me, "Roses are indeed beautiful but also deadly. So do not be fooled by its beauty or you will be pained by its thorns." as she gently patched up my bleeding finger and silencing my cries. I had been playing in the garden when I had accidently grazed my finger on one of the thorns of a rose bush. I was at the age of five when she had told me that. Her eyes which were always oozing with wisdom had stared down into my own, clean and innocent ones. Her words remained etched in my mind always. She had always taught me to not yield to my desires if they only end up hurting me.And I listened, I understood, I applied.  "Grandma?" I called out to her, sniffing uncontrollably."Yes, my dear." she answered, looking at me with a gentle smile on her face."Have you ever been hurt by the roses? The ones you've planted?""Yes, many times. Too many of them to count.""Then why do you still plant them? They really hurt."She had paused for a moment, trying to find the right words so that the little five year old girl could understand."Because, pain is just a feeling. A sign of weakness, a sign of you being human. If you are to live a  happy life, you are to not feel emotion, to not let your heart speak its thoughts -" she sighed as she patted my head gently, running her fingers through my hair."Amber -""Yes, Grandma?""I want you to do something for me. Can you do it?""What is it, grandma?""I want you to not feel any emotion, to not feel pain. It is a weakness and in this world, only the strongest will survive. Your wound, does not hurt. You do not feel anything. - Do you understand?""Yes,grandma. It does not hurt." Six years later, at the age of 85, she had moved on to a better place. A place filled with peace and harmony. Away from the ugly and dirty world. I had been living with her for almost five years, my parents decided to move me in with my grandma since they thought I had showed interest towards my grandmas hobby of planting roses but the truth was, I was never really interested in the roses, I was interested in my grandmas teachings.I still remember the last words she had said to me as she lied on her death bed, "Amber, my dear. You have grown in many ways, you will some day grow into a fine, young woman and by then, I know you will be able to make the better choices. But always remember, 'Every rose has its thorn, so be cautious. Do not show emotion, do not feel' "Those were her last words as she breathed her last breath. Going on with her journey to be rejoined by Gods side.A weary drop of water had fallen from my eye but I immediately wiped it off. Do not show emotion, do not feel. On that day, I built a thorn wall over my heart. Making sure no one could or dare go near it. I had declined my parents love towards me, ignored the presence of my sister and destroyed the existance of love from my life. My parents had been furious of my behaviour, saying that I was an insolent and useless child, that I had no loyalty or respect towards them as my parents."Why did we even leave her with that crazy, old hag?! Look at what she has done to our daughter!""Honey, you shouldn't speak that way about your mother.""Why shouldn't I? She's in the grave anyway! She has turned our daughter into a monster, she has not spoken a word or cracked a smile since her grandmothers passing two months ago! - She is no longer our daughter." he said, rubbing his aching temples as he stormed out of the room, leaving his wife to worry about their troubled daughter.His words had left me unshaken.Though he was right, I had turned into a monster. A monster with no feelings, no soul, no point in living. At least I wasn't a coward, I didn't run away from my problems. While my mother was pacing around the room nervously, at the corner of the room, I could see my sister, crying. I stared at her in disgust.Weak.Was what came to my mind, she was weak. All of them were. I wasn't. I will never be weak, I will never be like them.  I will not show emotion, I will not feel.  For 20 years I had stood firm towards her teachings. And I guessed they slipped out of my mind when I had met that one person. That one person who had stolen my sanity, my soul, my heart.Everything she had taught me had gone to waste and if she was looking down on me right now, I would've been struck by lightning. She would've been embarrassed, dissapointed, angry if she were to see me in this state.The weakest state of a human - feeling emotion.But how do you stop loving the one person who you know will sweep you off your feet when you fall down? How do you ignore the beauty of the person who makes your heart skip a beat? Make you feel like you're living in the highest parts of heaven and yet the deepest parts of hell at the same time? I don't know. I honestly couldn't figure it out because I ever time I try to stop, I end up retracing my steps back to him. Though I do not regret my decision, I don't regret it one bit. Because, I am happy, I was happy and will be happy eventhough I know I'll never be able to touch the rose because I couldn't bear the pain of its thorns. This must be the effect of disobeying my grandma's teachings. The effect of letting my heart feel emotion. The effect of loving him.  This is the story of me and him.The story of us.And it's just the beginning. A/N: Heyyo, Chapter 1 is up. I'm not sure if this was the type of writing you guys were looking forward to but I tried....I tried to write as much as I could and well I ended up with 5206 words(I'm not really good at writing a lot) Anywho, I hope you guys like it. Comment and subscribe, PLEEEAAASSSEEE.I would really like to know how was chapter 1...^.^And I have yet again, a problem with posting up a picture, this time, the yellow rose is missing but I'm sure you guys have a slight picture of how it looks like...Hehe(Sorry)P.S: Does this live up to your expectations Syasya? Jane? I hope so...(I'm gonna go shower now)Happy Merdeka people!!- Orangemushroom14