Stick of Joy

How did I move my lazy ass just to write this short story? Is it fate? Destiny? A horse?

No. It's for the grades. Sorry to dissappoint you.

So my brain took some damage because of this story. Time and expectations slapped me in the face. So I'm stuck with this :(

But I did have fun writing this. And I hope you'll enjoy it. And you have to check out 'Promise' by my friend, CrazyMinion101, If you want something better. She wrote it with same purpose. Ding! ding! ding! You guessed it right! Grades.

So enjoy figuring which scenes and characters are alluded to and the embedded meaning of this story

I'm meeting one's end. At least that's what I think.

The house I'm in isn't my home surely. Since, home I never felt. These blank walls that surrounds me and this music that no one can hear, only made me lonely. Who would want to be with me? I won't eat, sleep, nor take a shower. Even if I tried I always end up not having the appetite. I'm too distracted to sleep. The bathroom mirror only reflects my almost thin pale body and those dark circles under my eyes. Hideous, that's what I am. Not only physical but also the inside. The only things that keeps me breathing is my rosary, ring, guitar pick, and a pink handkerchief... Vanished my hope.

Restarts filled my life, leaving no room. Erase when I don't like it. Quit when I fail too much. Move on when I'm already done. Then restart once more. Playing new lives again and again. And disturbingly finding some satisfaction within it.

I always asked myself. How did I gained endless satisfaction without having true bliss?

"Say cheese!" The camera clicked off. Crouched beside my tiny body was my mother while my dad went to the camera standing. "So where are we headed next?" Asked my mother. The first thing that came to mind was "Octopus! I want to see the Octopus!" My favourite animal was an obvious choice. Sadly, my excitement died. "Sid, sorry sweetie but Mr. Octopus is nowhere to be found." Mother stood up and patted my head gently as I whined. "Where did he went?" My tiny voice pleaded.

"He's somewhere on his own. Enjoying his freedom under the deepest part of the ocean. That's why he's not on land to see you."

"Why?" If only I could drag Mr. Octopus out of the water by myself. I'll do it in a heartbeat.

"He can't breath without water and the sun could dry him up."  I nodded in understanding. Poor Mr. Octopus. I wish he can survive under the sun...

I think My father heard our conversation and carried me easily in his arms. "How about we go to the Jelly fish? They glow electrifyingly beautiful in different colors. Hows that sound?" I couldn't help but jump down and pull both of my parents out of giddiness. They stumbled a bit and told me to slow down. Couldn't contained the excitement bubbling inside me "What are we waiting for? Let's go!" In amusement, they stared at me. Such a reckless child I was.

Same reason I'm not living anymore.

I held the photo solemnly and gazed at it, longing. They often took me here as a kid. It was my favourite place. I looked at mother. I'm sure I inherited my long nose from her. And same with father, he and I have the same fashion sense. I flipped the photo and written behind was:

'The king and queen with their son, the prince, at the Sea Kingdom' May 21 1998

Dad must had wrote this. A small smile made it's way to my face. We used to refer ourselves as the royal family under the sea. Childish but it's my fantasy world that I enjoy living in.