Dedicated to my friend Chelsea, for being an inspiration to me and for not judging my flaws. Thanks for everything! I truly mean that! Don't let anyone tell you that you are worthless; don't let anyone ever tell you that you can't. And don't let anyone ever tell you to change, because you are amazing as you are now. This was crappy so I shall get on with the story! THANK YOU! (P.S. I win because I put it on Wattpad!)
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Do you ever think of how perfect it would be to escape this world and everything in it? To escape all the petty arguments, the fighting, the people. That's my definition of perfection. So it happens, I know this little wee girl that thinks the same. Well. She doesn't actually exist to everyone else but that's the beauty of it all. She isn't judged on her imperfections. She isn't bullied for not fitting in. Some people are. I am. I don't let that get me down though, I just read. You see, because I've read thousands of books during my lifetime, I feel as though I have lived thousands of lives. Those that do not read live their lives oblivious to what is happening on the inside. People immediately see words within books and ignore them, as if they hold no meaning. I and my friend, however do know what they mean.
They mean endless pleasure. Words are a thing of beauty within this world and they are the only things that keep me going. I once read a story; about a leprechaun who lost his way. I would sit and read it for hours on end. I was of course only a child then, but I still wonder if he ever did so. Locked up in my attic, I would cry for the little lost leprechaun.I wished him home but knew that nothing would come of a child's wishes. I would weep and weep because I knew that I could do nothing but continue reading. I did so and then, the end of the story. He had found his way home. She appeared then- my friend. I was glad that now I finally had someone to talk to, to cry to and to whisper to. She told me where she came from, a place called Neverland. She told me of the tame unicorns and the pots of gold waiting at the end of every rainbow. She told of the certain happiness that I was to feel if I was to go with her. But I couldn't. She went away. My friend left me to a world so cruel. I was going to be a shadow again, left drifting aimlessly towards what I couldn't reach.
I cried myself to sleep most nights. I wished that I could have left with her, but I grew up to realise that life wasn't so simple. One evening, I found a book underneath my pillow, a note tucked into the pages. "Keep dreaming and you'll soon find that you can be anyone you want to be." I smiled then. She had been there. She hadn't forgotten me. I looked to the front of the book. 'Neverland'. A place where you never had to grow up. A place where you never had to be hated. A place where you would always be strong. It has been my favourite book ever since.
Now in my old age, I sit underneath the wooden casement and look for her. Knowing that she won't come, it gives me comfort that she is living a happy life. She is going on lots of adventures, leading her to new paths and new friends. I know that I am on my last journey, but I am thankful that I met her. She made my life better in every way. She taught me so many things and I have never stopped reading. Though I am on the last chapter of my life, I am lucky to have had many. I still sleep with the book underneath my pillow and I will continue to do so until I begin my new life in Heaven.
