How great it would be
to fly. To soar up into the sky, higher and higher, not stopping until I
reached a new world. A place where no one cried and where smiling was
compulsory. Fields so full of bright and vibrant colours, it would be
impossible to walk around without feeling joy in your heart. A land where even
the slightest of pain is nonexistent and vast rivers flow with crystal clear
waters. Where a gentle breeze would weave its way through the branches of
trees, making them sing so loud it was almost deafening, but pleasing at the
same time.
Such a place might be
called Heaven.
Of a love so great it was almost visible. A feeling of such
intensity I felt a compulsion to reach out and grab hold of it, to savour it
and keep it as mine forever. Perhaps it would be possible for every soul
inhabiting this special place to be linked together for all eternity, joined
by this wondrous power, smiling and
laughing, and just being happy.
Suddenly, reality returned me to the park bench I was
sitting on, just outside the school gates. A tear trickled down my cheek, would
I ever be free of Ropeman? Was it my destiny to be stalked and tormented by him
forever? My mind could not comprehend what he was doing at my new school, and I
felt overwhelmed with paranoia, convinced he was only there because he knew I
was. It felt as though he was telling me that things were not yet finished, and
I felt so alone.
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