I'm just a story

First page

My name is Sarah Anne and I lived a long time ago. I am now dead. I no longer can read or sing or talk. I no longer can walk or see or fall. This is just my diary, and I am just a story. Aren't we all? We are pieces of paper scribbled while we listened to a song. We are photographs taken with our friends, or while we weren't looking. We are videos of us talking, and recordings of us singing. We are memories coming back to the minds of those who loved us. We are nothing but thin air, yet such a heavy weight to carry for those who are left. We are ghosts, floating in the empty rooms like dust in the wind. We are not real, yet nothing has ever been more real than us. We are what's left when nothing's left. We are what you make us.

Stories.

And we don't live if people don't talk and people don't listen. We die twice, unless someone brings us out of the dusty boxes. We are those who make you laugh and cry and want. We are the nostalgia. We are the happiness, and the sadness. We are the hate and the love and the friendship.

Stories.

Just stories.

And that is why I am now writing. To be remembered. To have someone who will take me out of the dusty boxes. To be a story someone will want to tell, and others will want to listen.

My name is Sarah Anne, and this is who I am.