butterfly

ok so this is my story i wrote for an assignment and my uncle n all got scared that this was what i was thinking... LOLZ!!! anyways i dont mind it but my bffl love it so here it is.

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Butterfly 

I watch the rain slowly pour down the window. Today is the anniversary of three years stuck in this ‘white box’ as I like to call it. My name is Harmony and I was diagnosed with leukaemia three years ago to this very day. I walk out onto the balcony drenching my faded blue hospital gown and making my long curly brown hair stick to my back and face. I stare out at the busy city and moan in annoyance. My mother is always saying how lucky I am to have such a beautiful view and to still be alive but I honestly don’t see anything good in my life.

My Father died when I was six in a car crash after picking me up from school so I used to live at home with my brother and my mum until I came here. My condition isn’t getting any better but is currently stable so my doctor is really happy. My life has changed dramatically from a happy and carefree little twelve year old to an unhappy fifteen year old who has lost her father and lives in hospital.

I walk to the edge of the balcony and run my hand along the wet railing splashing water all over my wet clothes. The words ‘butterfly spread your wings, fly away, fly away to a better place’ playing on my mind. These words haunt my dreamless sleep, haunt my life, haunt my every move but it has helped me through this and now I will finally obey these words.

I slowly climb the jet black railing being careful not to fall, I sit on the ledge and take in a shaky breath to try and calm my nerves. It doesn’t seem to help though if not it made it worse. I hear a door behind me creek open. I look behind me to see my mother yelling while my brother just laughs. He hates me and all the attention I get so he finds the pain and sorrow I feel amusing. My mother runs up to me and grabs a hold of my arm making me wobble. She obviously notices because she immediately grabs my other arm and helps me off it and helps me inside. “What on earth were you thinking? You could have fallen off and died! My mother’s voice screeches. I look down hoping she won’t keep talking. “I just needed some fresh air and I wanted some time to think.” I explain and she nods then apologises. She hands me my lunch she went to go get and then tells me that they have to leave so I watch them close the door then head back outside.

I climb the balcony once again but this time I grab a hold of the railing and stand up. My feet slip a little but I have a firm grip. I let go cautiously and wobble a bit. I look out and notice a couple of people staring at me. I’m used to this because I lost all my hair a couple of years ago and people treat me differently.

I look back at my room and wonder who will take it after me… how on earth can anyone go through this and stay sane and the words flowed through my mind once again.

I take in a deep breath then sigh with worry. This is it… I whisper the words over and over again before I hear a familiar voice. It’s my doctors and he is yelling at me to get down this instant. I ignore him and take the leap of faith, of courage, of life. I can hear the screams of many people including my mother and doctor, I can hear my brothers laughter, the traffic screeching to a halt and my fathers voice yelling at me in my mind, I see the colours of the busy city. It’s like the world is standing still to watch me fall, to watch me fly. I can hear the words that have haunted my life.

I have finally spread my wings, started to fly, flying to a better and safer place. Flying to what I believe is  safety and comfort, flying  to my father.