Why you were born.

I always wondered if there wa a reason i was concieved. I hear couples planning having children and i wonder if i was planned. I was never told. I was also never told mumch about my childhood, which, after an accident, i don't remember much of. This is s

It started off with a feeling.

That your mother's mother felt.

She said, "Children would you like to travel,

Across the seas to another world?"

And your mom and her brother and her pretty older sister

jumped and laughed and screamed aloud.

 

They smiled with eagerness as they saw the mountains of Hawai'i,

their brand new home.

They bought a dog and they named him Kyle,

and on christmas he died in the car,

your mother's sister was driving with her brother,

drunk.

 

Fifteen years later your mother was working,

on a cruise ship as a cocktail waitress.

She met a man covered from head to toe in tattooes of pin-up girls.

They talked and they laughed and drank,

and nine months later you cried for the first time.

 

Your first word was, "Huh?"

and your mother always teased you for that.

You had a toy of Bullseye from Toy Story 2,

and you cherished it like it was your child.

You dropped your paintbrush in fifth grade,

and everyone laughed at you,

and that's where your distrust and insecurity was born.

 

When you were ten you realized you were different,

that you didn't like girls as did the other boys.

So you trapped yourself in a shyness

that grew into a screaming hurt.

And no one ever knew,

until, when you were twelve,

your mother worked from dusk till dawn,

and couldnt afford to feed you decently,

so you took it into your own hands,

and sold yourself online,

and lost your virginity to a man older than your father,

who, he, you never met.

 

In seventh grade you moved to Maui,

With your mother and her new husband,

Who you loathed,

but dealt with,

because you wanted her to be happy.

You didnt make friends there until High School,

but even those you weren't sure you loved.

 

In your sophomore year you grew out an afro,

and got tattoos,

and stretched your ears like a Hindu god.

You became a more popular junior,

you never knew you'd ever become.

A girl kissed you on the cheek.

and you wondered why.

You hated yourself for everything you were,

so you took pills you not the name of.

And you woke up, sweating and convulsing,

on the cold bathroom floor,

Of your best friends house.

You told them about it,

but they thought you were joking,

so you did it again at home.

Where you thought you were safe.

So, your sister walked in on you,

and told your mom.

So they sent you back home.

With your sister on another island.

Where they were meant to watch you closely,

and hide their pills.

 

At your new high school you took film and photography,

and succeeded at your dreams,

of becoming a filmmaker,

and made your first movie in your freshman year of college.

And your proffessor liked it so much,

That he sent it to a man,

who worked for the Cannes film festival in France.

Who liked it.

And invited you and a date to come to France.

Your film won.

The first award you've gotten in your life.

The first time someone ever clapped for you.

Cried for you.

Smiled for you.

Loved you.

 

You continued to make films.

You worked at a tattoo shop.

You moved to Los Angeles,

With your oldest sister.

And she became a supermodel,

and your films continued to win awards.

And you had an epiphany,

that the s**t you went through,

made you beautiful.

And for the first time in your life,

as you were accepting an award,

you were happy,

and your smile was real.

 

You died doing what you loved,

You were thirty-five years old,

filming your seventh film,

on an old worn bridge,

and the weight of the equipment,

caused the bridge to collapse,

and you drowned in a river,

and the last thing you saw was,

the sun on your face, with your back to the earth.

 

Your older sister claimed your body.

People you hadn't espectod to be were at your funeral,

The girl who kissed you.

All your sisters and their kids and their dogs.

Your mother and her husband.

your father and his girlfriend.

Your best friend whose house you attempted suicide in.

your college proffessor.

the man who liked your film who worked for the Cannes film festival.

and the girl you loved,

the ones who you thought forgot about you.

And for the first time in their lives,

they realized how much they loved you.

And you made your exit,

Just like a stunt double,

the bridge collapses,

and you fall into the water,

about to win the ultimate award,

the river swallows you as you say your goodbyes,

"Muah,

Muah,

Muah!

Thank you!

Thank you very much!"

Author's Note

probably some grammer problems, wierd format, but if you can get past that you can hear the story.

Reviews

[the nothing]

oh my god this sounds like what happen to my dog.........you know to much i must kill you!

[jumbie's #1 fan]

omg micah, this is amazing. god i love you so much. this really gives more insight to your life than you could probably ever tell anyone. i love you!!!