Double Negative

When I Was Little, I Had A Dream

Author's Note: this was inspired by the picture in the media, which I do not own

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Once when I was little, much too young to be taken seriously, I had a dream. In the dream was a nicely dressed man, he showed me how to make little stars out of paper. "Once you make a thousand," he said, "Your greatest wish will be granted."

I never believed in wishes, but making the stars was fun.

In the years to come, I was always ignored, bullied if you will, and diagnosed with depression. Whenever I was sad or lonely, I made a star, it gave me something to work on, even if my wish won't come true. For some reason, it always made me feel better.

I never had the courage to talk to anyone, I tried, I tried so hard. I was always alone, with nothing I could do about it, even if I wasn't shy, I was still hated.

I kept working on the stars.

Now, I'm almost fourteen. I'm almost done with the stars, so many times I've almost given up, on the wish, on life. 'Just one more,' I kept telling myself, 'Just one more and then you can quit.'

Now I really had one more, one more and I have finally made a thousand. One more fold. On last tuck. Done.

The man appeared from the last star in a ball of light, almost like a shooting star. I never noticed that he wasn't fully grown up, more of my age, but I was so little back then that he looked like a giant. "Come with me, I can take you away from this terrible life,' he said, "You wish for a life where you are not alone, or sad,"

"Or invisible, am I right?"

I just smiled, just now noticing that I was crying, I gently shook my head. 'No.'

He looked just as surprised as I was when he appeared from the light.

I never needed someone to save me. I don't run away from my problems. I guess it would be nice to be happy, but that is not my wish.

All I ever wished for,
was a friend.