Introducing Kris Wu (1/1)

Chapter 2: Introducing Kris Wu Yi Fan I remembered the time when I was younger. I used to love flowers. The smell of them, the colours, everything. My mothers garden was my favourite place to be, my own playground. Differents flowers of different shapes and sizes. Daisies, baby's breath, orchids, dandelions, and many others but my mothers favourite was the rose.  My mother once told me, "Every rose has its thorns. So embrace them eventhough it hurts because between them there is something worth the pain. " as she bandaged my bleeding arm, wiping the tears from my swollen eyes. I had been playing in the garden when my sleeve had accidently got caught on a rose bush, scraping the skin on my right arm. I was at the age of seven when she had told me that.Her eyes which were always oozing with gentleness and compassion had stared down into my pure and innocent ones. Her words remain etched in my mind always. She had always taught me to never be afraid of the things that might hurt you. And I listened, I understood, I applied. "Mother?" I called out, sniffing uncontrollably."Yes, my son." she replied, staring back at me with a gentle smile."Why do you like roses so much?" "Because they are beautiful.""But they really hurt." I answered, rubbing the rough fabric of my bandaged arm."Kris, my dear. Isn't it weird to hate roses just because you've been pricked by a thorn? Where there is happiness, there is sadness. Where there is truth, there is also lies. Where there is love, there is also pain. You just have to embrace the bad things in life to obtain the better ones later." she sighed as she saw my dazed face. I had not understood a word she had said."Kris - ""Yes, mother?""Can you do something for me?""What is it, mother?""I want you to enjoy life.  To run, fall down, get hurt and stand back up again. Feeling pain is not a bad thing, it does not make you weak. Lingering in the pain and never healing is a bad thing. Your wound it hurts right? You feel pain.""Yes.""But it will get better and you will not be afraid of it again. - Do you understand me?""Yes, mother. The pain will go away." A couple years later, my mother was diagnosed with brain cancer. And that she was dying.I had first found out when she showed signs of being tired easily. She used to be able to run with me around the garden but now, she would have to stop to take a breath every once in a while. She would complain about migraines and forget where she left her things. When I had taken her to the doctor, her illness was revealed. And it was serious. Her body grew weaker and so did her brain. Slowly, little by little, she had begin to lose her memory, forgetting how certain things work, forgetting where she was and sometimes, forgetting me. I was scared, the fact that my mother couldn't remember me was horrifying.*****"Mother, I brought you some soup." I knocked on her door before entering. She threw her pillow at me, as she sat in the corner of her bedroom. Her eyes were filled with horror and nervousness as they scanned the room and then at me. "WHO ARE YOU?! WHERE AM I?!" she screamed. "Mother, it's me, Kris. I'm your son." I tried to go near her but she screamed even louder. "GET AWAY FROM ME!! I DON'T KNOW YOU!! I DON'T HAVE A SON!!" ***** It was a rough and bumpy journey to recovery, the seizures, the increasing number of cancer cells, the bills. It was hard and she knew it. Once in a while she would remember me and the other times she wouldn't. It was depressing. She fought hard for a long six months but the pain was unbearable. So she gave up, she lost the battle and passed away, joining my father in heaven. I still remember the last words she had told me before she left, "Kris, I'm sorry I could bear the pain. I'm sorry I have dissapointed you but please remember, Pain is not a bad thing, it does not make you weak but - " She couldn't finish her words in time and the long beeping sound of the machine signalled the end of her life.Tears fell from my face as I screamed her name. Pain is not a bad thing On that day, a thorn had pricked deep into my heart. And the death of my mother was the cause of it.I declined the sympathy from my distant relatives, ignored the worry my friends had for me and destroyed the existance of happiness from my life. My aunt and uncle who were my legal guardians had been furious with my behaviour. Saying that I was weak and useless. Like an abandoned toy that was ready to be thrown out."Why did we even agree to take him in?! Why did we agree to take in this son of a bitch?""How dare you call my sister that! Are you insane?!""Oh, so I'm the insane one? Look at him, he's been staying in his room for months and mumbling to himself, like a lunatic.""His mother died, how could you say that?!" my aunt screamed, tears staining her cheeks."I don't care who the hell died! I want him out of my house - Now." he demanded, running his hands through his hair before storming out of the room. Leaving behind his worried and heartbroken wife.  His words had left me unshaken as I cradelled my feet and mumbled my mothers name repeatedly.Though he was right, I was a lunatic, I was crazy. A lunatic who doesn't even know how long he had been staying in this room, how long has he last taken a shower, how long has he been like this. My aunt paced around the room, the stains of dried tears visible on her cheeks. The wrinkles on her aged facefrom the stress clearly visible. "Pain isn't a bad thing. Pain is good." I mumbled, softly but loud enough for my aunt to hear. "Oh My God, Kris. What has happened to you?" Pain is not a bad thing, pain is good. m style="font-size:14px;line-height:22.3999996185303px;"> I was in a serious state of depression for quite a while but it became better over the years. At the age of 22, I met her. The one person, who brought happiness into my life. The one who got rid of the thorn that pierced my heart. The one whom I did not deserve. If my mother was watching me right now, I don't know what she would've done or felt. Whould she be angry, sad, dissapointed? Well, she definitely wouldn't be happy.I listened to my mothers teachings and embraced the pain she had eventhough I knew I couldn't bear it, it was too much. I couldn't bear my own pain yet I wanted to bear hers.But how do you stop loving the one person who brightens up your dark days? How do you ignore the beauty of her smile which she only lets me see? The girl who makes you feel like your laying in a field of flowers when you were actually laying on a field of thorns?Honestly, I don't know. I tried to push her away but I would always end up being pulled back to her. I regret my decision, I regret meeting her, I regret loving her because if I hadn't. She wouldn't be in so much pain. She wouldn't be so afraid of me.  This is the story of me and her.This is the story of us.And it's just the beginning.  Chapter 2 is up and to tell you the truth it is obviously not as great as chapter 1. Why? Because, this dumbass (Points fingers to myself) was too focused on Amber to the point that I had no idea what to write about Kris (I'm sorry kris fans). Anyway, chapter 2 is up, I spent the whole day on my laptop, my final year exams are coming up and I haven't even touched a book and if you excuse me, I will now run to my bed and bury my face in my pillow and cry about how 'uglily' (is that even a word?) this chapter is written.I have failed you my readers. TT.TT - Orangemushroom14