Inkling 2023 - Flipbook - Page 6
now! Not when I’ve decided
I will die here, not when I
no longer want to be loved
by anyone!” Oh how I wish I
could speak.
to her eyes. They crinkle at
the corners, and they shine
as if staring at a star. I think
she’s - “smiling” - because of
me.
Why must I get what I’ve
always wanted at the
moment I no longer crave
it anymore? I am terrified
- absolutely petrified. My
mind is slowly spiraling
until I finally lose myself in
oblivion.
“Favourite” meant me.
When I awaken, the Sun is
shining on my face through
a window on the left side of
the room. I see humans in
a rectangular box hanging
in front of me. I have been
placed on a table, a strange
beeping sound coming from
my right. Nothing is familiar.
Nothing makes sense.
I look to my right and to
my surprise, see a human
lying in a bed. Her eyes are
closed, dark hair sprawled
over her pillow. Strange
looking tubes and wires
are connected to her body.
She is hurt, like me. We may
carry different wounds but
I knew how pain felt. She
slowly opens her eyes.
“Oh…azaleas! My favourite!”
Favourite? I had never heard
that word before. What
could it mean? When she
looks at me, something I’ve
never seen before happens
It meant that I was special
to her - I was a sanctuary for
her. I could not understand
from where this love
stemmed. Was it because
she thought I was pretty, or
did I hold a deeper meaning
to her from memories of
the past? Upon reflecting, I
was shocked to realize I did
not care to know. All I knew
was that I was important,
because I was her Favourite.
For the first time I was
thankful for all those people
who walked right past me,
because it had led me to
being here; it had led me
to being a light in someone
else’s life not because I
shone brighter than others
like me, but because I
mattered to someone.
This was a nice way to live.
Sunaina is
the 1st place
winner in the
Short Story
category for
this year’s
Teen Writing
Contest.
