When the buds finally erupt and give in to the headstrong spring-sun, early life breaks out under its tight grasp. The crippling frost of the December-blues finally retreats, and there is room for the buds to dare to ignore the call of the dark.
I walk out to stand beside him near the window, he's looking out, a smile stretched onto his perfect face. "I don't know what you see in it," I say "The world?" "It's ugly, rotten, vile." " Yeah," He smiles at me, "It's beautiful."
I stare at the light. Out at the world. This light, it is so beautiful, so bright. It is warm on my face, ad makes everything seem so vibrant and full of life. It looks even more beautiful than I remember it. I can smell fresh grass and mud. It is springtime.
I think that I should tell you my story. I was imprisoned at the age of five. It was this man, who wore a dark coat, who kept me and my mom in this dark little room with no windows. I think that he had a grudge against my family, but no one really knew why he kept us. But there I stayed, until I was eleven years old. My mother had died by then, and I was on my own, and I wanted to see the world. So I used a hairpin to pick the lock on the door, and I ran through the house, until I found a door that was not locked. It led to an underground maze of sorts, and I have been wandering around here for a year since. There is a lot of food down here, I wonder what this place used to be.
Janet is put into a room. She looks at a window. Out the window, there are three happy kids playing. Janet, unknowingly, is looking at her past self, playing with her other friends. Here is what she thought.Janet: Look at them. So happy. I wish that was me. Was I ever like that once? Happy, smiling... lots of friends... not a care in the world? How did I get here, to this place? How did I go from a happy eight-year-old, playing in the snow, to a sullen sixteen-year-old, who is flunking school, who has lost her only two friends? I hope those kids never grow up. I hope they stay like that forever. I hope that they are anything but me. But.. now that I think about it, I so wanted to be sixteen back then. I wanted to be grown up. I thought high school was going to be like High School Musical, that people would appreciate my art... my music... me. I never thought about all the exams and essays involved, the social hierarchy.
David was his name. We were neighbors and he was my best friend in the whole wide world. He would always stick up for me and I would try to do the same. I would always either be playing a sport or going on a family trip to some exotic place. Anyway, he was so nice to me, and no matter what, I will never ever forget him.
At school one day, some kid (I think his name was Kyle) was talking to his group of friends about how awful David was to be around. This group of guys would always talk about people like that, so I didn’t think much of it. David was in the bathroom at the time so I knew he didn’t hear them talking about him, so it was all good. I continued my boring day at school and when I got home, I got a text from David. It said “Hey. I heard from Andrew (another one of my friends) that a group of kids were talking about me at lunch today. Is that true?”
As I watched the light, I could see a reflection, The reflection is a girl, With ugly, brown hair, And revolting brown eyes, She has chubby thighs, And acne covered skin, Her feet are gigantic, And so is her nose, Her upper-lip needs waxing, And so do her eyebrows, Her nails are chipped, And she has stretch marks, And last but not least, I notice her scars, Running from her forearm, Down to her wrist, This light, is no longer a light, It's a mirror, This imperfect girl, Those infuriating flaws, They are me.
Light filters through the blinds as I watch in awe the golden shafts reaveal a swirling vortex of dust that slowly floats past me. The sunbeams bathe my face in warmth and now my skin is illuminated the color of fall leaves, their faces brightened with shining beams. I know I should look away but I can't because I crave the light I crave the hope and the sun, the sun brings that hope like a sudden unexpected suprise full of life.
I can see I can see I can see the light shining through the window beckoning me to come out and play I can see the trees as they dance in the breeze happily swaying I can see the forest floor dappled by sunlight I can hear I can hear the leaves rustling a mysterious language I cannot understand I can hear the birds singing sweet tunes as they fly to and fro I can hear the murmuring of the stream as it slides over rocks I can smell I can smell the cool breeze with a hint of rain to come I can smell the spring blossoms as their sweet faces turn up to the sun I can smell the freshly cut grass drying in the sun I can't touch I can't touch what I can see I can't touch what I can hear I can't touch what I can smell I can see