Who am
I? What am I?
When I
was younger, my life was a living hell. I wasn't even living, I was just moving
through life--just waiting for something, anything... any change at all would
be a blessing. But it was always the same. I was always trapped in the same
meaningless shuffle of my existence.
I
wanted freedom. I wanted out of my life. I wanted to fly away from it all.
So many
times, I almost committed suicide. Hey, at least I'd be free. I shook it off;
went to the mall. I got ice cream. I played video games. Anything to kill time.
Anything to get me to the NEXT day... because then maybe something would
change. Well, I was in the middle of eating a cookie or something when these
jerks from school came up behind me and took it. That was all. I didn't even
think of trying to get it back because I was completely defeated. I didn't want
to deal with any of it anymore. I had a bottle of aspirin under my pillow at
home, and I was no longer afraid to use it. I got up, and for the first time, I
was sure of myself. I knew what I was going to do--I was going to change the
course of events that kept me in a perpetual nightmare.
Still,
I felt like I should say goodbye.
My
friend Jake--well, the one person I knew who could stand me--walked by me right
then. I watched him for a minute. He was walking with these three other people,
and I almost knew them. I'd seen the other guy hanging out with Jake, and both
of he girls had classes with me. I ran and caught up with them. They were
heading home. I was quiet as we made our way through the construction site. I
was trying to think of what my last words would be. But I never figured them
out, because it was then that everything changed.
I
received a gift, and I learned to use it--to fly. To be free. It was what I'd
always wanted--wings. I threw the aspirin away. I didn't need it. I didn't just
have freedom; I WAS freedom!
My
ultimate freedom became my ultimate prison. In just two hours, I became more
trapped than I ever was before. And in this prison I didn't even have the
mouthparts to swallow aspirin.
But
this time, I'm going to hang on. I'm a paradox, alright. I am a warrior and I
am a victim. I am blessed and I am cursed. I embody freedom and I embody
incarceration. But now I have a purpose. I mean something to someone. And... I
have the sky.
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Please read the other ones, too! There's Rachel's,
Cassie's,
and Marco's.
Thank you!