HOME | DD

Description
I have a simple life not much happens other than disappointment. I don’t know what texture is smooth, soft, or rough. My “life” is a pit of complete emptiness, no one sees me. I’m here in this world. Few glance when I yell but they don’t see me, they say they thought they heard something but it was nothing, just in there head. But I am something. Just a whisper you can barely hear me but I'm there. Day after day I decide to make it my job to watch those who are young and vulnerable and to take care of them. One day I’ll show them I’m more than a whisper. they’ll all know who I am.

I know one story of mine that will throw you through a loop. Last Friday I got the shock of my life, it started like any normal day, or so I thought. I woke up that morning to my parents making noise. Then I heard the strangest thing, Mom said she was going to visit her son. I was so confused, I’m an only child and I’m sitting on the couch in front of her. Then I wondered, do I have a brother that I’ve never met? That’s when I decided to follow her and find out where she goes every Friday.

What my mom did next surprised me, she walked everywhere that day not driving just walking. When she was ready she wore all black, in the middle of summer. First she went to Target oddly glancing at the graveyard for some reason. After that she went to the flower shop and got sixteen roses. Then I heard her say, “I’m ready,” immediately I asked her, “for what?” as usual I didn’t get an answer.

That’s when she set off even slower than before with sixteen roses in one hand and the Kleenex she had bought at Target, inside her purse. This time she walked into the graveyard, then proceeded along a path that lead to the infant burial site I kept asking, “where are you going?” again and again but still no answer. Then to my amazement I hit a wall, one I could not see, it was at the gate to the infant burial site. And so I continued watching my mom as she was allowed to continue. Almost at the end of the infant section she stopped and laid the roses on a grave. That grave sent a sudden chill up my back, the name on the grave was Jeremy Wescout. Suddenly, like an axe had been driven into my back I realized that was my name on that grave.

That’s when I lost it I ran in a fit of rage screaming past trees over bushes into the street, then I stopped, and kneeled down in the middle of the road. Little did I notice the bus heading straight for me no one said anything then it went through me, I jumped up in amazement then I attempted to get hit but every car went through me too. I was finally able to face it I wasn’t even alive. Just then I went into the closest mall I could find and yelled, “I know now but why am I still here?” At that time every one looked around to see who had said that but no one saw me and then I yelled, “I’m more than a whisper now.”

After that day I started walking around town and getting on with what I did before. Only I truly wondered who has the true life, the ones who do the same thing day after day, or me?