Autumn's life took a tragic turn when she experienced an unfortunate accident that gradually robbed her of her vision. The weight of her loss was so heavy that she uttered the heart-wrenching words, "I would prefer death over enduring a life like th...
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"Stop behaving like a spoilt brat" She shouted, I laughed at my sister's attempt of trying to keep me on track.
"As long as mi live and bird still a shit avoid mi. Mi nuh wah uh near mi if mi dead Lowe mi. If a sharp knife infront of me leave me mek mi run in a it." I got out the car upset and slam the door feeling of everything around me as tears trickled down my face.
I push my hand infront of me trying to get in contact with any hard objects.
I ignore, my sister calling my name and continued walking. Loud car horns can be heard stir more panick inside my chest.
I carefully move my right feet and then the left slowly reaching for nothing in particular.
Fuck mi hate mi life.
Mi wah do car just lick mi and finish mi off.
My sense heighten when I heard how fast the cars was going, people cursing at me and the way how I can feel how close vehicles were getting.
In shock I got stiff and was unable to move.
"Bumboclaat awah this." I heard somebody open their car door and grab me.
"Hey gyal uh mad, who the fuck walk inna miggle road and stand up." He grab my left arm and pull me.
His voice
"Let har guh and nuh touch mi sister." I heard my sister mouth shouted and grab my next arm pulling me to her.
I'm irritated by her.
"Next time wull eh mad grass dem bredda. Mi deh pan a schedule naav time fi mad people." He hissed then I can hear his footsteps retreating.
His tone is hot.
I quickly flash her hand off my arm and slowly find my way back to the car.
I hate my life so much.
Flashbacks
I took a deep breath. It was the day for my dance audition and I'm going on last.
I got a scholarship to Boston Conservatory at Berklee. I was one of the two that got chosen out of Jamaica.
I live dance.
I breathe dance.
I am dance.
I'm now practically competing against thrity-six other talented individuals. I have to bring my A game.
Contemporary isn't just dance it's expressing how I feel through the music. How my body captivate any message and give it a direct meaning through visual representation.
I did the split and stretch my groin, I then reach forward and did the same for my back while rotating my ankles.
I kinda felt nervous but also confident at the same time. I place a element of surprise in my routine that I think the judges will love
