Lan Wang
D-Block – Mr. Dury
Due: 11/20/07
The Gemstone
It was just an ordinary restaurant a few years ago, always with its door always opened welcoming customers in. It's a fairly big restaurant, but not many people went there because it was worn out and old. It's like a typical fast-food restaurant like McDonald's or Burger King, just more old-fashioned and dirtier. It's the closest restaurant to my apartment; it takes me around three minutes to walk there. I always went there whenever I felt too lazy to cook for myself and ordered my favorite tacos along with cup of coke.
There was this green gemstone they sold at the restaurant. They thought it would bring them luck if they sold it. I couldn’t take my eyes off the gemstone; it was green and had a picture of a horse engraved in it, tied to a red string. I went to the restaurant for all three meals, just to stare at the green horse engraved on the green jade.
Mice started appearing one day, so the owner bought a cat to catch the mice. Everyone who lived around there knew about the cat. It was a big, yellow cat with round red eyes, always glaring at anyone who passed by the restaurant. It wore a green collar that had a tag with the gemstone I wanted. It hissed and scratched at me whenever I went near it to look at my favorite gemstone. It was taking my gemstone away from me. The cat was mocking me; it’s my gemstone now. But I wanted it.
Few months later, there was a headline in the Boston Globe, “Cat Disappears: Whereabouts Unknown”. The article explained that the cat suddenly disappeared one night and all they could find were an ear and the gemstone of the cat. The police assumed the cat had probably gotten run over by a car and died. No one but the owner was actually sad that the cat died; most people were relieved that the cat was gone. Now that the cat was gone, the gemstone was now mine.
I went there one evening to compromise with the owner about a price for the gemstone and found that the door was closed, but the lights were still on inside. I looked inside the windows, but no one was there. I tried knocking on the door, but no one answered. I could see the gemstone that I had come to the restaurant for, but I didn't see anyone inside the restaurant. I opened the door, went inside and looked around the restaurant for the owner. I couldn't find anyone anywhere, but I could smell tacos cooking in the back.
I followed the smell through a hallway that led to a door in the back of the restaurant with one of those EMPLOYEE ONLY signs taped on it. I opened the door to a room with a desk that took almost the entire room. I looked around, but there wasn't anything on the desk, except for a blank sheet of paper. There was a small, golf ball sized hole in the wall. I looked inside the hole to see if there were any secret doors or anything only to find a familiar round red eye staring through the other side of the hole. I immediately recognized those eyes and fled from the room.
I ran out of the room and shut the door behind me. I turned around and heard a crunch beneath my shoes. I looked down and there was my gemstone broken into many pieces. My gemstone. Was gone. It was mine. Mine. Not the cat’s. Mine. The cat made me step on it. Yes, this was all the cat’s fault. The cat must die.
I took out the Swiss Army Knife I had in my pocket and ran back into the room. I jabbed the knife into the eye I originally saw through the hole, and ran back to my apartment with the remains of my gemstone. My gemstone was gone, shattered into pieces. The corpse of my gemstone was decaying; it was disappearing from me.
Murderer! My gemstone shouted at me. You have killed me and now the cat. You are the murderer. No, not I. I didn’t kill you; it was the cat. Yes, the cat. I took revenge for you by
killing the cat; it was all for you. No, you are the murderer. No. No. I didn’t do it. I am innocent. They are coming for you. The cat wants revenge. I ran from my apartment. They were coming. The cats were coming. I could still hear my gemstone shouting. Run! They’re here for you! “A cliff!” someone shouted. “You’re going to run off the cliff!” I kept going. The ground below me was no more. I was flying across the cliff. I was flying away from the cats. I was free.
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