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It flashes away. I remember the day when

       The  blue  frame  shatters  into  a  million  pieces       I  overdosed.  The  pain  still  acutely  has  a
       sending  glass  shards  flying  all  over  the  room.      side effect. I am perplexed upon why these
       The  arrangement  of  components  almost  seems            flashbacks are turbulently re-occurring.
       like they were there on purpose. While I gather
       the  pieces,  it  cuts  my  hand,  uncontrollably          There is a smell of damp books in our old
       letting  out  drops  of  blood.  I  go  into  the  other   house. As I looked around, I realised I was
       room  to  plaster  the  wounds  when  I  catch  a          shorter  than  the  chairs.  There  are  loud
       glimpse  of  my  reflection.  I  don’t  remember           noises, feet scurrying by, from the corner
       keeping a mirror in this room. It intrigues me,            of my eye. I see my little brother gasping

       and  I  see  the  sign  -  love  mom  -  as  I  move       for air. I begin to cry. The cake I gave him
       toward it. I take the shawl from the mirror and            contained eggs, to which he was allergic. I
       observe  the  details  it  contains.  Carvings  of         could  no  longer  bear  the  pain.  Suddenly,
       flowers  decorate  its  side;  pink  and  brown            I’m  there  -again  in  front  of  the  mirror.
       colours seem to clash with each other.                     Overtime,i did forgive myself yet the scar
                                                                  remains etched.

       When I bought the house, it was in shambles.
       The  doorway  had  water  dripping  and  mould             Suddenly,  the  sights  of  every  mistake  I
       that  was  turning  black.  Aside  from  the               have  made  flashes  before  me  and  all  the
       hardwood  floor,  which  was  destroyed  by                improvement I have made so far seems to
       termites, everything else was in the process of            vanish. I realie that the mirror shows me
       decaying  or  had  already  decayed.  Whilst               an honest reflection.
       walking through the house, I stumbled upon a
       dead  rat.  Given  that  the  house  was  cheap,  I        As the butterfly flutters away, it lands on
       chose to ignore it. A faint ringing fills my ears          my  shoulder.  I  hear  my  brother,  mother,

       in a monotonous pattern, progressively growing             and  father  call  out  to  me  from  there.
       louder.  I  snap  out  of  what  had  seemed  like  a      Something  strange  was  going  on.  Despite
       memory and bring my attention to the ringing,              this, I felt peaceful. The mirror asks me if
       which  abruptly  stops.  In  front  of  me  was  the       this  is  where  I  want  to  be.  With  tears  in
       mirror.                                                    my  eyes,  I  utter  “yes”  knowing  that  my
       “-My  dear,  what  have  you  done?”  The  voice           parents  will  have  both  deceased  children
       sounds  distorted.  It  pounds  against  my  head.         in this life.
       The  sharp,  intense  pain  strikes  my  body,  and
       the smell makes me gag. Trying to move around                                          -Aadya Shrestha
       a little, I notice vomit all over my hair. A voice
       in the background kept on yelling for help.
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