Short stories by CLUELESSDREAMS

Moving On

I remember that day vividly. I remember it like the back of my hand. The day a father lost a child. The day a brother lost a sister and a daughter lost her parents.

I haven't uttered a word since. The thought of them gone from this world pains me both mentally and physically. There was no one else to call for help. Everyone categorised me as a lost case. They've found no solution to cure me.

I didn't need to be cured. I only need my parents. My parents who has raised me and showered me with unconditional love. Loved me when I was completely and irretrievably miserable. They never cared about the money that remains in their never ending bank accounts. They value love over everything and that is irreplaceable.

As I sat on the swing tied tightly from an old oak tree in my grandparents garden, I stared. I stared into my dark future without the two most important figure in my life.

People often say, "Move on, Lisa." It is easier said than done. What if they were in my place. What would they have felt?

My friends gave up of my silence. They acted as if I'm invisible and I truly don't mind. My teachers consistently tried to comfort me but they have never given up. They said that they still have faith in me. That I do mind.

I still have a year left before I graduate from high school. Then, I plan to either live in a tropical country where coldness were never present or live in a city that never sleep or even a place where no one dares to come near of it's constant dangers and I would be surrounded by animals instead of human beings.

That dream was shattered as I propose to my grandparents of my plan by a letter. They immediately rejected my plan, saying that it was an absurd idea. I was filled with rage and screamed out, "YOU ARE NOT MY PARENTS!"

I spent days locked up in my room. The first few days they tried to make me open the door. And as time passed, it was useless. They knew that there was nothing that would make me open the door except for my parents.

Days later, I was dehydrated and devastated. Outside, I heard voices and footsteps pacing around the hall. I was getting drowsier. This is it, it's time. The time that I will be reunited back with them.

There was a loud knock on the door but it didn't bother me. The door crashed on the floor and as the people who rudely unlatched my door came in, I was gone. Or so I thought.

*

I was lying on the sand of a tropical beach. The weather was absolutely beautiful and the sun is always visible from my sight during the day. I was finally happy.

A month ago, I had woken up on a hospital bed of dehydration. As soon as I was discharged and were sent back home, all my belongings were neatly packed in baggages on the entrance of the house.

I turned around facing my grandparents, they were smiling while salty tears were forming in their eyes. They hadn't waited any longer and placed me along with my baggages in a taxi. I bid them farewell and promised that I will visit them soon.

So, here I am and there goes my story as I am now moving on.