At peace

Just a little story.

When you're born, it's hard to get around without being noticed. Throughout life people will notice you and people will judge you from what little information they have. There are some people who spend the entirety of their lives in the spotlight, having a pretty good time. The spotlight isn't for everyone. The spotlight isn't for me.

I've been called an attention seeker so many times that it makes me laugh. I don't really understand where they get this idea from. Maybe it's because I stay under the radar so much that when I do speak up, people see. It could be because people don't understand me and how I work. Or maybe it's because they have nothing better to say. Whatever the case I've learned to let it go. Sometimes that's all you can do. I like to think of this life as a fish bowl; we swim, they swim. We're all just swimming around and that's okay because it's all we know how to do. Everyone has their own agenda, not everyone is going to swim your way. There's no point popping their bubble just because it's not like your own. Just get on.

All I ever wanted was invisibility. Some way to escape this fish bowl. I found socialising wore me out and sleep never restored me. I needed solitude.

I used to go to the forest to be with the trees. Sometimes nature was the only route to happiness. But happiness never lasts; happiness didn't carry me through the day. But the trees had no worries, they were systematic. I guess that's why I felt so connected to them, see, they will always be the same. They start their growth in their growing season and drop their leaves in their dropping season. No change, no reason to get flustered over something little because they have no little to fluster over.

Trees are much like humans in some ways; they're born, they eat, drink, and they die. But unlike humans, these almighty branches coming up out of the ground are beautiful. Beautiful but so unnoticed.

It took me a while to realise. Trees go unnoticed. Trees go unnoticed. Unnoticed. My escape, my escape from the fish bowl.

It was March 4th. I was in bed, music so loud my eyes ached. I was thinking. Thinking what it would be like to sway with my friends with a brutal breeze around me. The thoughts were becoming so painful I couldn't bare it. The music wouldn't stop them though. They carried on, sending pulses of envy though my veins. I opened my previously closed eyes. Suddenly developing a plan. It had never crossed my mind before. March. March is Spring. I jumped out of bed. Ran down the stairs. Snuck slowly past my parents, who were watching a quiz show on TV. Then stepped foot into the garden. We had a fairly big garden, both my parents really enjoyed gardening. I picked up one of the shovels that my mum was using just three days ago and began. I must have been digging for about two hours but I finally found an appropriate time to stop. This was it. My escape. I grabbed a packet of seeds from the shed and filled a bucket to the brim with water. I was so desperate for this to work, my hands were shaking. I took the bucket and poured it over my body. I picked up the seeds and covered my body. I stood in my ready dug hole and smothered my body. I was planted. I was planted on March 4th in the Spring. At peace.

Author's Note

Any advice or improvements would be lovely, thankyou

Reviews

[West Lake Angel]

What an intriguing piece! This a truly unique story and I enjoyed reading it. While the ending is as serious as the rest of the piece, it made me laugh because I didn't see it coming. Very clever!