Glass
"It seems like the world -your world- is a glass ball. Fate tosses it. Up and down. Up and -crash." Character study.
It seems like the world -your world- is a glass ball.
Fate tosses it. Up and down. Up and -crash.
It's been shattered, all by four words:
"Your parents are dead."
-0-
Your fingers bleed as you try to pick up the fragments.
How could this have happened?
Why did this happen?
What did you do to deserve this?
The last one plagues your mind the most.
You hadn't done anything. You were simply there.
And that is enough.
-X-
Many things depend on luck. This flip-of-a-coin is anything but.
It's two-sided. Both heads. The coin lands in your hand as you face your friend (can you even call him that anymore?)
He nods encouragingly as you leave with the human couple.
-X-
Tape.
You need lots and lots of tape.
It's the only way you can piece your life back together.
But the clear tape rips as the people who adopted you start a family of their own.
They don't care (did they ever?)
You've been forgotten.
-X-
"Detention again Daniel?"
That's your mother's question as she looks at you, sitting outside the principal's office with a black eye. You had gotten into a fight. Your fifth one this year (grade eleven) alone.
No "are you okay?" or "sweetie what happened?"
And you wish she would forget you again.
-X-
A pool boy.
The only job you can get is a stinkin' pool boy.
You take out a broom and start to sweep up the shards of a broken bottle.
You stop working as you realize something.
You -your life, is that broken bottle. Whatever is inside it is gone.
-X-
Again and again you try to tape your life back together.
But it never works.
The glass keeps shattering.
-0-
Stupid job. Stupid life.
You think angrily as you work.
Your girlfriend broke up with you.
A broken heart and a broken life.
You're so full of anger.
If only you could let it go.
-X-
The meteor came. It changed so much.
You now have friends -a family, as odd and dysfunctional as it may be.
Your friends have helped you piece your life back together, with duct tape.
It won't rip.
-X-
You always feel the need to point out your accomplishments.
After all, if you don't, will they forget them?
Will they forget you?
-X-
It seems like the world -your world- is a glass ball.
Fate tosses it. Up and down. Up and -catch.
It has stopped tossing, because of three words:
"Friends. Remembrance. Peace."