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Imi was born and raised in Europe, Hungary. After finishing his school years, he moved to Canada to search for a better life. He lived in Toronto for 13 years and currently resides in Vancouver. He is a romantic at heart with a strong desire to always do the right thing. He would like to give hope to the Chinese and Asian ladies with his story and send a message that love eventually finds everybody.
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Yan's Story: Fire in Her Eyes 砚儿的故事:她眼睛里的那团火 - Part 1    

By Imi
2595 Views | 3 Comments | 1/23/2016 12:15:53 PM

Yan lowered her head and, wearily, looked at her dust-covered shoes as she followed a group of children. She was hungry and wanted to get home as soon as possible after school, but the fear of passing the group and being ridiculed by them settled her small feet into a steady plod.

 

She looked up at the sky, and in an instant, she felt the power of the scorching sun. Her face was ablaze. She winced slightly in pain and lowered her head again, covering her delicate skin with her long hair.

 

She was almost home and would be completely safe in her room, alone, but when she turned the last corner of her street, she suddenly realized her mother's house was still far away, still a long humiliation away. A group of children from her school was coming fast from the opposite direction. She knew them, and they knew her. Embarrassment, fear, and sadness all swept across her face at the same time.

 

She wanted desperately to hide. An old, rickety fence with broken slats seemed to be a good hiding place, but she ran out of time. The group had almost reached her, and they had already seen her. The children commenced chanting at once. There was no hiding place that could have shielded her from their sneers and taunts.

 

They chanted, "Ugly face, ugly face, look at her ugly face!"

 

Her first reaction was to flee, but she held herself back from running. She lowered her head even more and started walking faster to avoid them. When she was almost past them, though, someone pulled her hair, and she began to run as fast as she could without looking back. The children's callous chants followed her all the way home. She went immediately to her room, avoiding her mother halfway through the kitchen, and threw herself onto her bed. Lian stopped working for a few seconds, looked at the door slam behind her daughter and, then, resumed her work and let her daughter be.

 

Yan closed her eyes tightly as the jeering laughter reached her ears from outside once again. She rolled into a fetal position, grabbed her favorite doll, and began to cry. She cried and cried up until she was half asleep, and the teardrops turned into sparks; her pillow was set ablaze, and the flames engulfed her entire face.

 

She awoke, almost screaming in terror, slapping her face feverishly with both hands as she tried to extinguish the invisible fire. The fire that had once been real and alive still haunted her with the most ferocious and vivid nightmares. She shuddered and panted heavily, and her eyes stared blankly into the distance. Eventually, however, the sweet realization of actuality calmed her mind.

 

When she finally quieted down, she grabbed a mirror off her night table and checked her face. Fortunately, of course, it didn't show any flames melting her face away. It only showed a small, nine-year-old girl with unusually big but beautiful eyes–by any Chinese standards–and long black hair.

 

Yan's eyes weren't focused on her exceptional facial features, though. Her eyes were gripped by the small scars on her skin that started from the middle of her forehead and covered half of her face all the way down to her neck. They were scar burns that were almost unnoticeable after eight years. However, as everybody knows, in the community of children in which she still belonged, and with her tender nine years of age, the smallest dissimilarity could make one's life a living hell.

 

She pulled her long hair behind her ears and revealed her injuries even more. She inspected the scars carefully. She touched them lightly. She'd done this ritual every single day since she had asked her mother about their origins after the first day at school, after the first few taunts. Her mother had told her. She hadn't told a fairy tale like other mothers do with their children. Yan's tale was a nightmare, an inconceivable horror that a Chinese baby girl had lived through.

 

Ever since Lian had told her the story and had eventually blamed herself for telling it so evocatively, Yan's nights had gotten longer and full of horrific visions and cries. Her days had also taken longer with the constant taunts by the other children and her self-contempt. It seemed that only her life had been getting shorter in the lack of good memories, in the shades of one tragic event that she had survived when she was eight months old . . .

 

放学了,砚儿低着头,慢吞吞跟在一群孩子后面,默不作声,看着鞋面上罩着的灰尘。她的肚子已经在咕噜咕噜叫,想赶快回家,可又不敢从那帮孩子身边超过,她怕听到他们对着自己起哄嘲笑。

 

有那么一刻,她抬头看了看天空,此刻太阳依然焦热。她的脸有些灼痛,赶忙又低了头,用侧部的长发遮住那一块儿嫩嫩的皮肤。

 

马上就到家了,到家后就安全了。但当她正要拐进家门前的那条小街时,砚儿突然意识自己面前那短短的一段距离要被难捱地延长,这一段路将充满难捱的羞辱。对面来了一群孩子,和砚儿一个学校的。她认识他们,他们也认识她。此时,她的小脸儿上满是难堪,恐惧和难过。

 

她打量四周想躲起来,前面有一截老旧的石板围墙可以挡一挡,可是那群孩子已经来到了她跟前,他们拉长了腔开始起哄。

 

“鬼脸儿,丑八怪,嗷嗷!”

 

她起初的反应是赶快逃跑,她的头垂的更低,加快脚步想避开起哄的同学。可是突然有人在后面拽她的头发,顾不上疼她开始奔跑,一直向前跑,身后仍然有嗷嗷哈哈的嘲笑声。跑进家门后,她径直跑到自己的房间,跳到床上。莲在厨房,抬头看见女儿摔门而入,继续低头干活。

砚儿紧闭眼睛,却仍然能听到耳边那群讥讽的笑声。她抱着心爱的玩具娃娃缩着身子抽抽噎噎哭起来。抽泣中,她好像睡着了,但半睡半醒中那一颗颗泪珠儿好像变成了一星一星的火苗,点着了枕头,火焰“呼”地吞噬了她的脸。

 

恐惧中她尖叫着惊醒了,两只小手噼噼啪啪往脸上拍打,好像要把火焰扑灭。那团火曾经是真的,现在仍然不时在她的脑海和梦里燃烧。她颤抖着喘着气,惊悚地从床上坐起来,双眼呆呆地盯了好一会儿才意识到自己此刻是安全的。

 

她终于安静下来,从桌子上拿起一面镜子,想确认一下脸没有熔化在火焰里。镜子里是一个九岁的小女孩,有着大大的眼睛,柔黑的长发。

 

然而,砚儿的眼睛终究还是钉在脸上那一处,那一条隐约可见的伤疤,从额头开始细细长长沿着一边的脸颊流向脖颈。八年后这处烧伤也只是隐约可见,然而在孩子的世界里,这么一处异于常人的微微瑕疵却可以给一颗敏感的小心灵带来深深的伤痛和无边的黑暗。

 

她把头发挂在耳后,那条伤疤整个显现在镜子里,用手指轻轻地摩挲着,砚儿每天都这么做,好像日子久了,就能把它抹平不见了。第一天上学时被小朋友嘘嘘嘲笑,回家后问妈妈自己脸上为什么会有疤而别的小朋友没有。妈妈没有用故事哄她,告诉了她实情。那是一场噩梦,小小的她曾经历过的一场惊悚的灾难。

 

莲后悔告诉了女儿实情,因为从此孩子的黑夜似乎充满了恐惧,而白天又因被小朋友嘲笑而自卑自闭。八个月大的砚儿在那次事故中幸存了下来,然而在那场灾难的阴影里孩子的生活将没有多少愉快的记忆。

 

 

 

 

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#2016-01-23 12:29:19 by JohnAbbot @JohnAbbot

Imi, sometimes I am amazed by the topics you write about. This is one of those times. Of course we don't know yet where you are going with Yan's Story, but where ever it is headed you certainly have me cheering for her, hoping that she finds a way out of her daily and brutally unfair humiliation.

I'm also hoping that you're going to reveal to us just who Yan is in reality, if she is someone known to you in reality. And whether she is real or not, hopefully you'll tell us the story behind the story. What caused you to write about this little girl? Where is she now? What is her life like now?

These are some of the things I am anxious to learn in the next part or parts of this series. You have my full attention!

#2016-01-23 17:23:21 by brisbaneboy @brisbaneboy

I also am intrigued by this story and hope for a happy ending.

#2016-01-23 21:51:24 by Imi5922 @Imi5922

@JohnAbbot
@brisbaneboy

Thanks for your comments!

It's only a two-part story. I hope the next part will answer all your questions. If it didn't, please let me know.

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