Ex Nihilo

Laugh Maker

When I hear the knock at my door, I jump. I can’t help it; more tears come spilling out of my eyes, drowning the floor beneath me. I couldn’t bring myself to open the door with such a face, but even so, something compels me…
“What do you want? Who is it?”
“It’s not that great of a name, but someone has called me ‘Laugh Maker.’ I’ve brought you a smile.  Its cold so let me in.”
“Laugh Maker? This isn’t a joke! I don’t remember calling someone like that. Don’t mind me here, just go away, I can’t cry with you there!”  I start shouting, and my fists slam against the door angrily. The bruises from earlier are burning.
I thought you had left; a long silence had begun, and I felt like I was alone. I heard another knock and screamed at the floor more than you.
“Didn’t I say for you to disappear!?”
“You’re the first person to tell me that in my life… I’m really sad now. What should I do? I think I’m going to cry…”
Laugh Maker? This isn’t a joke! It can’t be helped if you cry! I’m the one who wants to cry! I don’t remember calling someone like you!  The voices of two people, far away and yet so close. I can hear the stifled sobs on the other side of the door, and start to bawl even harder.
Our backs against each other with a door in-between us, crying voices mixed with hiccups. Completely tired out, crying voices, hugging our knees to our chests, backs against each other.
“Do you still intend to make me laugh? Laugh Maker.”
“It’s the only thing I live for. If I don’t make you laugh, I can’t go home.”
I thought maybe I can let you in, but the door is stuck from the ice from our tears.
“Push the door from you’re side; it’s already unlocked.” Say un, or sun, or something like that so that I know you heard.
What’s wrong? Hey, it can’t be…
Laugh Maker! This isn’t a joke! Now you leave me behind by myself! You disappeared without minding me, you betrayed me the instant I believed you! Laugh Maker, this isn’t a joke…
A crashing sound of a window breaking catches my attention, and I turn my head to face her, my littler baby sister. Holding an iron pipe and smiling through tears.
“I brought you a smile.” You brought out a small mirror, and held it up before my face.
“Your crying face can smile, too.”
Amazingly, indeed, I smiled.

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If you couldn’t guess, I’m the Laugh Maker, and Gina is the crying one. Hurrhurr. Anyway, the original song is called “Laugh Maker” by “Bump of Chicken”. It can be found in my music folder. Personally, I’m in love with it!