The Life She Lived

The Life She Lived

She struggles to take her last gasp of
fresh air, the only thing moving is her pupils back and forth, all over the
cold, dark room. She stares at the snow, white ceiling and as she looks to her
right, she can see the cold ice falling out of the gray, gloomy sky. Silence is
her only company that day, the room still as ever, in the afternoon. Snow
covered trees surround the backyard, as does the storm above that is closing in
on the small town. A tidal wave of memories come flooding back, making her
flinch slightly. As her life is coming to an end, she remembers everything that
made her different throughout her entire life.

She places her hand on the wooden bar and
constantly repeats inside her head, “Kick higher”. Looking to her right she
sees the other girls kicking, kick after kick, they make it look so easy to
her. She notices them in their black leotards and a wave of sadness rushes over
her as she looks down at herself. She looks back into the mirror across from
her, she sees someone she hates, someone she can’t love. Her eyes display only
sadness, but she fakes a pearly, white smile anyways.

Time passes and she’s growing up, but not
into someone she wants to be. She constantly wears baggy clothes and fights the
voice within her head. She knows people love her deep down, but she can’t help
but hate the person she sees within the mirror. She doesn’t eat and she doesn’t
talk. She doesn’t have friends anymore, she’s more alone than ever. She fakes
the smile anyways.

After having enough of herself and the
world around her, she found those pills in the cabinet and took one too many. She
laid to rest on her soft baby blue bed, only to never wake up again. Her life
was a tragic one, but yet she didn’t realize how many people around her
actually love her.