Everything was black, like I was sinking into a pool of ink. I was looking around in wonder when a bright light came into view in the corner of my eye. Turning, to see what it was, I gasped in shock. It was my neighborhood, engulfed in flames. Entire houses turned to ashes before me. And my parents, my family. They were swept away by the ashes.
I screamed and shot up in a bed, gulping for air. It wasn’t real, just a dream just a dream… I told myself over and over again in an attempt to calm myself down. My eyes were threatening to water, so I slapped myself to keep the tears from coming. After a few minutes of this, my typical smile stretched across my face.
My face was stiff, it hurt to even achieve my signature smile. My entire body was the same way. I looked around, searching for something familiar in the hospital room. There! In the corner sat Kai, the typewriter in her lap. It was beautifully old and worn from time. My grin, this time, wasn’t fake.
“How did you manage to take it?” I asked in a hushed whisper. “Dad’ll be furious! You know he doesn’t approve of my writing.” Of course I was ecstatic, but it won’t be worth it if I just got in trouble later. Plus, I’d be dragging Kai with me.
Kai just shrugged with a smile. “They haven’t even arrived yet, but when they do, I’ll make sure to hide it somewhere.” That was a relief. Who knew what would happen if he’d found out? He’d probably smash it. Such a waste of a perfectly good, old typewriter.
It was somehow strange, the way the typewriter attracted me. I couldn’t say no; yet I couldn’t say yes. Who knew what worlds there could be? What worlds it’s former owner made? There were endless possibilities and here I was on the brink of it all! It was exciting. It was terrifying. Could I trust myself? No, no… This is me we’re talking about, but it’s call never stopped. It continued to invite me to type, type, type.
“Can I….?” I reached for it. Kai quickly nodded and handed it over. Immediately, the pounding and voices in my head stopped as soon as I ran my fingertips across the smooth keys. It felt alive, no… I felt alive. For the first time in the ten years of my existence, I felt alive. Laughing, I began to type onto nothing. The words made no sense, but it brought me comfort.
The entire world was at the tip of my fingers and nothing could stop me.
The time spent at the hospital was painful. Not physically, of course, but emotionally. Yes, I get it. I could have died, my brain could be severely altered blah blah blah…. Look, it doesn’t take much to convince me that I’m sooo lucky. Despite the fact I have one friend, almost everyone at school wants to see me suffer, my parents don’t seem to care and I can’t even take off my mask of happiness for one second or else someone close to me will get hurt. Except that, yeah I’m the luckiest person ever.
Honestly sometimes, I would hear them…. Whisper about me. Behind closed doors. I couldn’t see them, yet I knew they were watching me closely. I don’t know how, but I did. To let them know that I knew exactly what they were doing, I would stare straight into the camera. The whispers never stopped, though, never went away. They would grow louder aND LOUDER u-
At least I could drown them out with the sound of my typewriter keys. I still had yet to acquire some paper and ink, but it never ceased to calm me. The never ending click, click, click, click, click, clickkkk…….