It felt like years ago
that Maman died, though in actuality it was no more than a few months ago. The
Chaplain didn't return after leaving the last time and I had nothing left to
think about besides the impending end to my life by the guillotine. I still get
no sleep at night and dread the rise of the sun for each one could be my last.
I started to think back about how free Maman must have felt knowing she would
sleep one night and then never wake up again, to know she was at the end of the
road and almost done with this life. I started to think about my childhood, the
only time I had ever gave thought to such silly things as faith or love or
tried to narrow things into right and wrong.
Years ago when I was but
a small child, Maman and I lived in an apartment. I had enjoyed it because
it was small and the street outside was always so busy, most evenings I would
sit by the window and just watch the people walking around. Kids
running down the street to the candy store at the corner, men in dirty clothes
coming home from work, a man walking his new puppy that would get distracted by
everything around it. The commotion would dim as the evening is swallowed by
the night the Men who hadn't gone directly to the bar down the street were now
walking into it. At that moment Maman would call me away from the window for
dinner, Maman would always talk about the beauty she saw that day. I would sit
listening throughout dinner, she had a way of talking about details that kept
me listening not missing a singles syllable. That was when Maman was filled by
hope and thought that there was more to this world, maybe I did too.
During the day I had
school, not that I had many friends. My habit of analyzing things usually put kids
off but the kids who did hang out with me I had fun with them. My school was normal
like any other I suppose the only thing I could think of that sets us apart
from the rest of the world's schools is the big oak tree In the middle of the schoolyard.
Many kids loved to try and climb it but almost all of them failed. I had come
to like this tree, so many details and unlike the others. I sat under it from
time to time or just looked at it, from the way the trunk twisted instead of
went straight up like a cork screw. The leaves that had a very peculiar
pattern, swirling from the center to the right or left. Branches that looked so
thin they couldn't support anything but then others that could hold up a grown
adult.
One day as I was sitting
reading the neighborhood bullies walked my way, I saw them coming from the top
of my book. The boy in the middle wasn't very intimidating, only slightly
taller than I but then the two boys that trailed behind him made his presence
more frightening. I peeked around the sides of my book and saw no way to get
away, the way the buildings were built around the tree made it only possible to
enter and leave the same way. I looked up at the tree, I knew this tree inside
and out but could I escape using it?
I dropped the book and kicked off the ground
trying to reach as high up as I could, I caught the spot where the tree bend to
the right and continued up. Grabbing the branches I remembered were strong and
avoiding the thin ones, before I knew it I was sitting up on one of the higher
branches. I looked up at the sky and I remember the feeling well, maybe it is
what birds feel like... Free. Not only had I climbed the unclimbable tree but I
also saw why every boy wanted to get higher up. I stayed up there while the
bullies stood where they were, it was a while they just gawked at me but they
eventually left and I climbed down. From that time it became my favorite spot
to go to, a place I truly felt free.
Sitting here in my cell I
felt a smile go across my face and then something I hadn't felt in a long
time... I felt a pull in my heart like some distant part of me wished to be
back on that tree. A peace inside myself and I knew when it was time I would be
thinking of that tree and of Maman.The
second time I had felt this peace was in my youth I was in love with a
beautiful young woman, she had long hair always flowing free. We would spend
time on the beach almost all the time, taking the train then coming back late
in the afternoon. One day as I was making my way to the train station where she
usually waited for me, I saw something that now I realize should have been
obvious. She was with another guy, I stay out of sight trying to convince
myself I was wrong but when she leaned on his shoulder and then kissed him I
knew. My heart broke then, which was when I realized true love was only an
illusion. I knew that nothing else mattered, just what was in front of me.
I hear the door creak
open, my time has come and still I can see the crowd, hear and feel their hate
towards me. Now with nothing else to hold on to, I embrace that however many
people come to see my death it means nothing but yet everything.
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