I was looking up at the sky, the dark, grey and misty sky. No movement. No sound. But suddenly, out of nowhere a ray of sunshine. It was the only light in the darkest of lands. It was the beauty in my soul.
My eyes are burning, my heart is racing. I started to run faster and faster, far, far away. Nothing like this has ever happened before. this world has always been dark, dark and grey, dark, grey and misty. “I am scared” I whispered to myself. I have no one to go to, and nowhere to go. I am alone.
I have never felt this. I have never seen this. In a way I feel cared for. In a way I feel loved. I am confused, I wonder if this is what my parents felt when I passed away.
4 years earlier
I opened my eyes, all I could see was a dark hospital room, small, tight and uncomfortable. I miss my parents, I want to go home. A bright light is shining in my eye and powerful tools for operations around me. A fast pounding is going through my head, I feel sick in my stomach. I don’t like it here. I want to go live my life, I want to go out in to the sunshine.
I closed my eyes and opened them again just to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. I looked around “where am I”, I said to myself. My memory has faded. “How did I get here?” “Who are my parents?” This place is dark. “I don’t remember this place?” In a way I like it here but in a way I don’t.
I remember my mum just walking out and lightly shutting the the door behind her, with her head down on her chest. I was only 5 years of age I’m guessing she’s dead and dad thinks so to but how would I know I’m only a kid. It has been nearly 4 years since mum last walk out that door. My ninth birthday is coming up, but mums is tomorrow, I wish she was here to celebrate her 32 with us. But I didn’t believe that will happen because i hoped and hopped she would come every other day on her birthday but she didn’t. So I’ve just given up hope.
This is my favourite place in the whole wide world (most people say there favourite place in the world is home but I can no longer say that any more I think you can guess why) My mum and dad used to take me here there my favourite people in the world (but I can no longer say that and I think you can guess why) I never thought this day would come, but when your living in it you believe it. I feel like I’m trapped somewhere I shouldn’t be. I wish I was free.
I got his hat his hat from my great grandma. It’s been in my family for over 65 years, I got it at my dads funeral. I wear it every day ever since it was given to me. Some people at school feel sorry for me that I live on my own but it doesn’t really bother me because I’m just glad that I’m alive. I don’t really trust anyone because everyone I tell moves through everyone in the whole school. I feel like know one can really see me like I’m invisible and alone.
12 years old is to young to die, I thought to myself. I wanted to relive my 12 years.
People say that they want to die just to go to heaven or just to see what its like but no that is the comleate opposite for me. I wish that there were stair ways to the sky because if there were I could relive my live see my family and have fun. Cancer is a horrible way to die especially if your only 12 years of age. people say heaven is a beautiful place don’t listen to them.