The touch of the evil

Before you read this, keep in mind that these two stories are happening in the same world but experience by different perspective. Both of the stories are co-related.

#1

A nice glaze of sunlight was penetrating into the room through the narrow gap between the ivory curtains. I woke up to see the clock strike 8. Strange. Why did I wake up so early? My body shouldn’t be wake at this time. Well, to use the spare morning like a gentleman, I pick up today’s newspaper and started to read the day’s journal, while enjoying a cup of coffee and bread.

The touch of evil is disrupting you, and you never seem to get over it. It always tickles you but you never catch it. When you woke up, you instinctively feel that this touch of evil is right behind you, it would try hard to knock you off during the whole day. Can you get a glimpse of what it is? You spill a cup of coffee on your comfy pajamas, missed the bus, and late for school. Not because you woke up late nor getting prepared late. It is because of the touch of evil:

It will swallow you right behind because your friend start slowly, but done quick. You can't escape them the abyss of evil. Whenever you feel depressed and heavy, the evil is suppressing you. You can never escape its sweet, fake words. Whenever you face a hardship and are on the verge of giving up think as if it’s nothing: it's just a touch of evil.

“Because of the touch of evil’, interesting” I said.

That word was the start of everything. My phone alarm started to ring, indicating ten minutes before the class starts. “Wrong time again?” l threw the paper on the coffee table and packed my bag, with no doubt I would be late to class. The moment I stepped out of the door, rain started pouring. I rummaged my house to find an umbrella only to see a clear sky when I got outside. The empty slot in my garage told me that those kids who now refused to return my bicycle after using it. So I ran, as hard as I can. All the traffic lights were red, the road to my classroom was such a disaster to me. When I arrived to the classroom, all I could see was some empty desks and the word ‘CANCELED’ on the board. There was just malice bitterness and overloaded lungs.

The next class was sociology class: lectured by a cynic­al professor. Today’s lesson was about the Murphy's law: two word summary of my life.

“In other words, the Murphy's law has been applied on you. You know, it feels really awful when you recognized yourself in an abysmal situation. Evil  surrounds you and corrupts you slowly but steadily. First the bitterness: the things you love lose their appeal. People seem to repulse you.”

Why are these things happening to me? Why has ‘the evil’ entered my life? Was it the ridiculous journal that ruined my day? Or is my life just dismal? These mundane , but disdainful suspicions never escape from my mind every day. They have crept into my life; first making my day unlucky and now leaving me wondering if my entire life is hopeless. I don’t have faith on myself now­–nobody, in fact, put faith in me­–because everything I get involved in seems to end badly.

The professor continued lecturing.

Gloomy like a dark, hat shine like a moon. Evil is changeable. There are no stereotypes of evil. It depends on your belief, or trusts when you willing to believe that as sign of good will, it will be your friend, it brittle like a branch, but whisper like fairy, it will take you to heaven full as devil.

‘Yeah, those mundane, hope-torturing words. I used to rely on those beliefs. Do I still have faith? Whenever I think in that way, those faiths are whispered like fairy: as if the next day every problem would be solved and all goes as I planned.’

The class finally finished. Stepping out of the room, I bumped into a girl who seemed to live in a different world. She was smiling even though our collision seemed to have hurt her. I thought of it as just another unlucky event: even felt sorry for the girl for dragging her into my unlucky day. However, the encounter, that mere contact resulted in an unexpected chain of events.

It was raining outside; more importantly, I didn’t have any umbrella. I, again, ran hoping the cars didn’t splash water on m and strangely enough, this time it didn’t. I came back to my room, still with malice bitterness, overloaded lungs but a bit of euphoria. I sat on the chair I was sitting in the seemingly elegant morning. Before I went to the bed, I again picked the newspaper and continued to read the journal section.

The touch of evil is disrupting you, and you never get over it. It always tickles you but you never catch it. When you woke up, you instinctively feel that this touch of evil is right behind you, it would try hard to knock you off during the whole day. Can you get a glimpse of what it is? You spill a cup of coffee on your comfy pajamas, missed the bus, and late for school. Not because you woke up late nor getting prepared late. It is because of the touch of evil:

It will swallow you right behind because your friend start slowly, but done quick. You can't escape them the abyss of evil. Whenever you feel depressed and heavy, the evil is suppressing you. You can never escape from its sweet, fake words. Whenever you face a hardship and is on the verge of giving up thinks as if it’s nothing: it's just a touch of evil.

Touch of evil. It was what messed up my hours, my whole day, or maybe my whole life. The harder I struggle to get luck, the less touch of evil I get. Before going to the bed, I checked my alarm clock whether it corresponded to the current time. I left the clock on the desk, not wishing to repeat the same day like the past days. Tic-toc, tic-toc and it thankfully never stopped.

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#2 

A nice glaze of sunlight was penetrating into the room through the narrow gap between the ivory-ish curtains. I woke up gracefully, again, in 8 o’ clock in the morning; nothing was strange, it even could be thought of as boring. Every time I tried to make unfortunate events, some power made me to act in planned fortunes. Well, today I advertently wanted to experience unfortunates, so I grabbed a newspaper and started to read the journal section, thoroughly and carefully so that I can be late for school–craving for some more unfortune.

The touch of evil is disrupting you, and you never get over it. It always tickles you but you never catch it. When you woke up, you instinctively feel that this touch of evil is right behind you, it would try hard to knock you off during the whole day. Can you get a glimpse of what it is? You spill a cup of coffee on your comfy pajamas, missed the bus, and late for school. Not because you woke up late nor getting prepared late. It is because of the touch of evil:

It will swallow you right behind because your friend start slowly, but done quick. You can't escape them the abyss of evil. Whenever you feel depressed and heavy, the evil is suppressing you. You can never escape from its sweet, fake words. Whenever you face a hardship and is on the verge of giving up thinks as if it’s nothing: it's just a touch of evil.

‘Well, ‘just a touch of evil’, wish I could experience that,‘ I thought.

I packed my bag and opened the door. The weather was gloomy, finally the fortune was gone, I thought. As I stepped out of the door threshold, all the clouds were gone, like a magic. ‘Sunny weather again?’ I thought. It didn’t matter; I was going to be late for the school anyway. All the traffic light, however, was all green. I had no choice but to cross the street, all the luck followed me today. When I arrived to the classroom, all I could see was some empty desks and the word ‘CANCELED’ on the board. I wasn’t late for the class because there was no class to begin with. I started to think I was too lucky today.

The next class was sociology class: lectured by a cynical professor. Today’s lesson was about the Murphy's Law–the life that I admire.

“In other words, the Murphy's law has been applied on you. You know, it feels really awful when you recognized yourself in an abysmal situation. The evil surrounds you, it corrupts you slowly but steadily. First the bitterness. things you love lose their appeal. People seem to repulse you. Gloomy like a dark, hat shine like a moon. Evil is changeable. There are no stereotypes of evil. It depends on your belief, or trusts when you willing to believe that as sign of good will, it will be your friend, it brittle like a branch, but whisper like fairy, it will take you to heaven full as devil."

‘That devil, when would it come and give me such bitterness’ I was wondering. With those pipe dreams, I left the classroom. Suddenly, I bumped into someone–was he even there? It hurt quite a lot and I even fell down, but it didn’t feel that bad; actually, it felt quite good. What an unlucky event it was. At last, the evil touched me. The bump added a fluctuation in my life, giving a huge bump to my life, which used to be a mundane plain.

The weather was even rainy outside. I ran straightforward to my house. Though the traffic lights were all green, again, it didn’t matter. I was experiencing true un-luck in my life and it was exhilarating. Of course, my clothes were all wet but I couldn’t think about it when unlucky evens began rolling into my life. Came to my house, I sat on the chair I was sitting in the inadvertent lucky morning. Before I go to the bed, I again picked the newspaper and continued to read the next of the journal section.

The touch of evil is disrupting you, and you never get over it. It always tickles you but you never catch it. When you woke up, you instinctively feel that this touch of evil is right behind you, it would try hard to knock you off during the whole day. Can you get a glimpse of what it is? You spill a cup of coffee on your comfy pajamas, missed the bus, and late for school. Not because you woke up late nor getting prepared late. It is because of the touch of evil:

It will swallow you right behind because your friend start slowly, but done quick. You can't escape them the abyss of evil. Whenever you feel depressed and heavy, the evil is suppressing you. You can never escape from its sweet, fake words. Whenever you face a hardship and is on the verge of giving up thinks as if it’s nothing: it's just a touch of evil.

“The touch of evil, interesting”

The touch of evil is just called evil in the perspective of people who dislike unfortunate problems. Experiencing an unlucky event within a life supersaturated with luck may be an oasis in the grand desert. I checked my alarm clock to wake up on the right time tomorrow. I left it on the desk, wishing to go through similar unlucky events in the future. Tic-toc, tic-toc… and suddenly, the ticking just stopped.