My_Shadow

My clear Silhouette The red sun rose over the horizon, beyond the night sky as I was exposed to my new family. I caught glimpses of beautiful girls who were surely going to get more attention than I was with their scented illusions. This was unlike my old home in which everything was equally indifferent and left intact. I was messy and looked unweeded although this was the perfect me. The others were sharp but very vibrant and admiring. The day passed as the wind brushed my features against the firing sun -yet this gave me energy. I heard voices and then they appeared as I watched their shadow. I saw a tool that was used to manipulate my hair, sculpturing my appearance into the world. But I felt strange. I wanted this change. It empowered me and I suddenly wanted to be beautiful like the others. I wanted to be prettier so they could envy me the way I was envious of them. At my old residence, I enjoyed the gazes of everyone even while being casted through a silhouette. But at this home I felt as though I had to change to get the attention I wanted. It made me feel insecure about myself.  After the shadows ceased their make-over, I was again left lonesome. I saw that my hair was shorter and I looked strange and began to change along with my transformed appearance, my inner feeling became nauseous like. Hours turned into days, these lonely unaided days formed into Weeks which passed and I was still left unattended both by my family and by the by-passers. Pessimistic thoughts gather in my mind regarding whether my family cared about me while I progressed further into agony . It was a while later when I started losing track of time that I was awakened by the sun’s rays glaring on my elements. I was barely able to open my eyes as I was left unappreciated and left empty bleeding dry for water and provisions, I was suffering. Later that same day I noticed a figure blocking the sun. In astonishment I opened my eyes and saw that the pretty girl was emptying her water bottle beside my roots giving me life. I took this in very quickly as my thirst was relinquished. This girl had changed in a matter of weeks. I could not believe it. She was thin and had lost the shimmer of her hair. Suddenly I noticed that she actually had no hair and rather a piece of material around her head. She looked unhappy but yet still full of energy. Every time I would see her, she would not be wearing uniform,She was singled out from the rest of the world to suffer from the incurable disease that was stealing her soul. It was as though she noticed that I was feeling withered that she had brought me water every afternoon on her daily forced strides. She would make her way slowly to my side and pour the water. I appreciated it but the water was not making a difference anymore. In appreciation I gave her shade and temporary protection. Autumn fortunately turned into winter. Every time she was near she would weep. Her tears flowing as fast as the winter raindrops. I wished I could help her as her skin faded in colour and as her side was supported by another individual. My happiness ended as I never saw the girl ever again. I was dried up and brown. My purpose was defeated in this world. The sun no longer brought me happiness but I rather wished for nightfall all the time. I wondered more than often what had happened to the girl. Where she had gone' I knew I was encountering the same thing as the girl. I had no true identity, no love and I was shaped into my own insecurities. Before I knew it my family had chopped me out of their life as I desiccated. The roses were still beautiful unlike me they had friends and received more than five admirers’. Like most dead trees I was used as bark and moved to a cemetery where I would lay for the rest of my life. I found myself lying next to a white gravestone inscribed with words I was able to identify: ‘In beloved memory of Lana Michaels’ ‘Young and beautiful but merged with Leukemia’, RIP. A photo was also attached to the tombstone. There she was beautiful and young standing beside an infant tree. There I was young and immaculate. Now we were together again. It suddenly hit me… There I was beneath the scorching sun as I watched the laser red and blue lights from the party,howerever this time the party didn’t look so thrilling as the thick air had a gloomy feeling that the light this time was no lasers to cheer her up but signals of death. The sound was not music but rather the sound of a rushing vehicle to help the sick. It was what the humans called an ambulance.