So this is a story I made for a contest. Tell me what you think, please.
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Life, what is life but a thin thread meant but a thin thread meant to be cut somewhere along the way. As for death, death is hunting us, running after us like a predator after its prey, and we’re its prey. And it will eventually catch up on us and it will do its job, cover us with its white blanket and close our eyes, without mercy or compassion.
And me, I do not fear death, for I have experience death in the most metaphoric way there can be. I learned that we should enjoy the moments that life gives us, the little moments that make up our life because every second we lose will be a reason to regret your past. But I can’t regret what I’ve lost when I haven’t loved.
Sally-Ann Rosencrans wrote. It was early in the morning, but already late for her to prepare for school. She wanted to write more since it was the one thing she enjoyed, but her mother was already calling her from downstairs. So she closed her journal and got up, feeling a little dizzy as she did so. No big deal, she thought. It was just some small vertigo, everyone could have those but she had been having them every day. It’s nothing, she said to herself. Even though, she knew she was lying to herself, she still did it.
When the vertigo was forgotten, she decided to go downstairs to her mother.
“Sally” She heard the sweet voice of her mother as she was walking downstairs. “Sally you’re late.”
“I know, I’m coming mother” Sally answered already half way to the kitchen but her mother met her there.
“You’re late Sally. The bus will be here in any minute” He mother said with her lovely brown eyes popping wide. Sally loved them; she thought they matched well with her pixie like face. Too bad she didn’t have those eyes. Sally’s eyes were green, just like her father’s.
“Mom, calm down, I’m just a little late” She hugged her mother with a bear hug the kind she used to enjoy when she was eight years old. Good old times when she was still a healthy girl, living her life as if it was the last day of it. But everything changed when she got to her tenth birthday. Sally didn’t like remembering nor wanted to, she felt ok with the life style she was having right now. It might have been annoying not to go out with her friends for a while, or being overprotected, but after all, it was all for her health.
“Sally are you ok?” Her mother asked her all of a sudden, her white face turning whiter with concern. “You look a bit pale”
After all, her mother had noticed there had been some change in her. Two days ago she had felt nausea and headaches, but had given no attention to it. The last day, the headache got worse and it was accompanied with fever. But she didn’t tell her mother for it was useless to concern her with her issues. Yes she felt a bit sick, but it was nothing to worry about. The easiest thing to do was forget it and go on.
“I’ve been feeling a bit sick, but that’s all, you’ve got nothing to worry ok?”And the school bus’ horn sounded loud as she kissed her mother and said goodbye. “Nothing to worry, ok?”
She ran to the bus and got on. NO great change from the day before, it was all the same; the same kids, the same seats, the same road, nothing new or nothing she would care about much.
Thankfully, one of the boys that usually went in the bus Sally took, was sick and couldn’t go to school so she got earlier to it. She didn’t really like that kid, so she basically laughed in her insides when she heard that he wasn’t coming.
The school as well as the bus ride had nothing new, not even a new color on its wall. But unlike the bus ride, when she went out the bus, the first thing she did was take a breath. It smelled wonderful, like early spring, with the smell of fresh flowers and wet grass.
The cold atmosphere of winter was already fading, the warmness of spring taking over now.
“HI” she heard a soft manly voice call from behind her. The one reaction that followed was hyperventilating; she knew that voice, it was the voice that she heard in her dreams however corny that sounded to her.
“Miss Rosencrans, I’m still waiting for the daily kiss” Alex. She turned around to see he’s angel like eyes penetrate hers. He was one of the reasons in which she believed that there was more to her than just that sickness and suffering. He was beautiful with his blue eyes and fine features.
And without any other premises, not talking or laughing, he leaned forward and touched her lips with his. It was soft almost magical, as always and still she couldn’t get used to it. It always was as the first time he kissed her; incredible, soft and romantic. It was what she liked about him; how he made her feel, how it made her soar.
“Good Morning Mr. Alexander” It was something she shouldn’t avoid, saying his complete name was always amusing to her. “Mr. Nathan Alexander”
A sudden smile was trying to find a way out of his mouth, but he was keeping it inside.
“You always have to do that” He kissed her again and again she laughed. They loved each other, even though they had been together for only one year. She had always seen him as the blue prince that would come save her; and he had always seen her as the princess that he needed to rescue. After much struggling with the desire of kissing each other, one night at camp, it happened. He kissed her. It had all gone well since then.
“Love you” He said whispering to her ear.
“Umm, not more than I love you” She said, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him again. Guilty pleasure, she thought, laughing to herself. But there was something wrong suddenly. His kiss was not feeling ok, his touch was not as warm as it always was, or was it her?
“Sally, sally, are you ok?” But his voice was heard distant and a little distortional. She tried to open her eyes but all she saw was a black background. Oh No, she thought and she slowly felt how her body went weak in his arms, feeling how every limb lost its strength, until her mind could not tell where she was anymore and she drifted to a sudden darkness.
Hope I helped. Keep up the good work.
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