They were 5.
They were 5.
They were 5.
But 4 against 1 wasn’t a considered thought. To their foetus minds, they were just 5. They were 1 group of 5. They were there with smiles, laughs, inside jokes, planned days out and secret nicknames. They were there with pure hearts and intentions. Most importantly, they were there supporting one another.
Until it happened. It was inevitable really, yet none of them saw it coming their way. Five left them on their side and began injecting a little bit of poison in them. Except, the poison wasn’t running through their bloodstreams, but through their souls. They were stained.
What started as a juvenile squabble, turned into a turning point in One’s life. One took shelter and stayed away from the poison being frequently sprayed onto the others’ faces. They were still 4, but 3 soaked, and 1 drizzled.
They were 4.
Five was a constant reminder in One’s memory. It was always there, and certainly not for a tip-top reason. It was a nagging voice begging for the freedom of the other 3, to no avail.
They were still 4 hopeful dreamers, but only when the rain washed away the acrimony. There were then 3 sides; Five working in the shadows of the dark side, One on the other side of the bridge, but without the key to the greenish land, and the rest behind a wall that’s causing the bridge to fall onto their blind spots. Two, Three, and Four were targets. They were the targets and Five was a professional archer. Jabbing arrows were being thrown randomly only to fall on their designated places.
They were 3.
Then Two saw a loophole inside the wall, it was calling its name, the others’ time will surely come, but Two had to leave in order to give them a clue. Two decided to stay back a bit longer, there was still hope.
Then again, another row of venomous arrows was thrown its way, hitting Two in places it could never imagine. It wasn’t just pain, it was an emotional murder, and the culprit, known. So, Two eloped through the loophole informing both, Three and Four, of its departure. It was an unspoken hint that they should save themselves before it’s too late.
They were 2.
Three took it upon itself to establish a peace treaty, more like a truce, where Five would cease firing toxins and the rest would forgive and forget. Five denied ever firing any stuff of any kind, let alone poison, so One and Two couldn’t find it in themselves to allow the treaty to proceed, at least to them.
It was again Three and Four on their own on a side fighting and enduring the inflicted pain, while One and Two stood on the other side anticipating, and trying to reach out a hand, but then again, to no avail.
Three then took hints. Some were taken from Two’s warnings, however, the most were from its own observation and experience. It couldn’t stand it anymore, it just had to leave. So, just like Two, Three informed Four of its eloping. Four tried convincing its friend to stay and be patient, perhaps Five doesn’t mean to reflect such pain, but Three had already had enough.
It was 1.
Three crossed the bridge to the other side, where One and Two both welcomed it with open arms, all while Four was still stranded with high hopes.
Four was the most foolish of them all. It endured the longest, and perhaps this is the reason why Five took it as a fact that Four doesn’t have the right to object. When Five succeeded again with another round of darts, playing around with emotions and carving the heart out of love and peacefulness, Four finally spoke up. It was furious, but hopeful nonetheless.
It thought that maybe, just maybe, Five would find it inside to act like a homo-sapien and feel. When Four was met with yet another series of murderous, beyond the tolerance league words, and hurtful mocking of how it felt, it decided to join the others. It was too late, since Four had been already scarred beyond repair from deep within, but it fled the scene to the safe zone.
With Four's departure, and finally the emptiness of the dart board, Five was at unease. There were no targets to inject its sadistic venom and hostility into. It was alone, for each one of its victims realized its long buried worth.
With One, Two, Three and Four on the other side of the bridge, the key of freedom in their hands held tight, and with their hearts lighter and much more delightful, they soared the land like long encaged birds ripped from their rights to fly.
They are now 4.
3 pairs of eyeglasses, 3 heads adorning short hair, 1 heads styling long locks, 4 courageous yet scarred beings, and a tale.
Only then, did their true story begin.
