English Language Paper 1 Question 5

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Sombre. Bleak and sombre. The sky was a dim-lit candle; an uninviting dystopia; a blanket of darkness concealing, suppressing, cloaking the radiating light threatening to reveal itself. The pitch-black sky was imprisoning. The freedom supposedly had did not feel liberating at all. The inky blanket did not comfort nor soothe. It was excruciating and agonising. The deafening silence was beginning to become unbearable. I'm confined in this nothingness. Sombre, bleak nothingness.

All around me, there were screens. Translucent screens. I stared into the reflective screen hoping; waiting; yearning for someone or even something to take me away from this anxiety and paranoia I felt. I continuously eyed the screen, slightly hoping an advert or anything to be fair, would pop up to fill me with the sense of relief that I lacked right now. The more and more I looked, the more I started to believe no one is coming to wake me up from this obviously abnormal dream. The last ounce of hope I had was from the beaming light hitting my face, slowly starting to get dimmer, as if to tease and taunt my grief. It was almost like a hospital, just without the chaos and noise. It was a game of constant longing and abiding. I was stuck on the same level, for only God knows how long. The thought of chaos and noise sounded much better than the silence and unknown that surrounded me. I was starting to get sick of this perpetuality.

Everything was perpetual. Everything was melancholy. Everything was gloomy. My thoughts were racing just as rapid as my heartbeat. My blood pulsing in my veins, making me nauseous. The light was starting to fade out much quicker now. My eagerness and anticipation wearing thin. It was a place of trepidation and isolation. It was a time of perplexing and hesitance. Before, I would've thought I was an outcast in this solitary... But now? Now I feel I feel as if I belong in this intangible, permanent unknown. I feel as if I am ready to accept what I had been avoiding.

And then, as if on cue, it began to rain. Each droplet slid down my face. Surprisingly, not feeling as harsh or icy as I expected. It felt warm, alleviating, consoling. The down-pour of rain acted as if it understood me, it knew everything without me having to explain myself. It didn't feel taunting like before. It felt like a mother consoling her dearest child. Without me realising, I began to cry. Salty tears of anguish and confusion mixed with the soothing rain, becoming one with each other. Each trickle brought me tranquility. I finally understood why I was in this place of unknown. Gradually the rain subsided, all that was left was the strong smell of parched earth. The piece to the puzzle I had searched for was found. The emptiness I previously had, was filled. The darkness that once felt imprisoning, began to be emancipating. I felt at ease now. The unknown started to feel more known to me. I let the sombre, bleak darkness embrace me. I let death embrace me.

To accept death, was to realise time waits for no one.

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