I collapse on my old, teal couch in my dark, dim-lit home. I switch on my box TV. And it blares the news at me. The Highlights scream: “People of all ages are suddenly taken back to their worst memories and then they collapse and die. 45 cases found. No cure yet...” I switch it off hoping to get a little eye-shut. But that’s when something hit me. A-a smell. A-apple Cheddar P-pie. Mum. Mum. Make. And I was taken away.
You run around the maple Wood table. “Anna, stop running around the table, otherwise Mr. Tickles might get you!!” Said Julie, Anna's mom playfully. “Now-Now, stop running dear let me get the pie out of the oven.” “Ooh, I think this is gonna be the yummiest pie ever! Right Anna?” said Jayden. “Yes, Daddy! It’s gowwa be super yummy! You squeal with delight as you see and smell the most delicious pie to be ever baked. Yay!”
“Okay now. Who will the biggest piece? Hmmm, let me see... You jump up and down with your dad, Jayden hoping to get picked for the biggest piece. “hmmm Anna!!” “Yay you squeal and celebrate with a victory dance.”
“Wow that tastes so good! You say, showing your mom 👌! It brings a warm, fuzzy smile to your mom’s face. You are so happy.
You whoosh back to reality. Gahh! Your head pains. You hear another whoosh, and your head lurches behind...
“Mommy, will grandpapa be okay? I-i want him back. I-i don’t want him to go. “Dearie, grandpapa is in heaven, he is having lots of fun up there, he is meeting God’s! That made you feel better. You apply a forcefully smile and shut the saddening feeling down. Your dad, still in tears. Could never bear the loss. Your gramma, sitting and praying to God that he will have a good time up there.
O-ow my heads paining! Oh lord!
“Hi mommy, how was your meeting?”
“It was good!”
“Yay!” you hide your suspicion of your mom. Tired eyes, and forced smile. Somethings wrong.
You hear sniffling, and slowly get up from your princessy bed. Mum and Dad are at the balcony. You shift a little closer.
“I-i got fired, Jayden. They said that they wanted someone with more experience. What will we do? We barely have enough money to get Anna into a nice college. A-and the home loan...”
“We’ll manage. Somehow.”
You run back to your bed and let these thoughts run around your 9-year-old brain.
Help! Someone help me!
“Ho-ho-ho, shouts your toy Santa, merrily.” “Mommy, I want to have the 🥧 pie now!!”
“Now, now Anna, we have to wait for it to cook. And, look! Only 5 minutes left for New Year!!” Your mom's eyes, glistening with delight.
“Okay, rapid fire round 9f good things in the whole year! Me, then mom, then Anna, okay?”
A yea! Rose from the crowd.
Hmm. Go! Um, when I got a pay raise of 800$.”
“hmm When I got promoted!”
“When I got my NEW CYCLE!!!!”
“When we went to the London Eye!”
“When I met Izzie, my old bestie!”
“when we went to Jurassic Park!! RAWWR!!!”
“*sigh* that was fun!”
“Mommy look! The countdown started!!”
“HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!”
Okay let’s eat the pie!!!
Your knife digs into the sweet, delicious pie. You take it in your mouth and hear the satisfying crunch. The Cheddar rolls onto your tongue and then the Apple flavour hits. You gulp it down, begging for more...
“Who’s doing this? Please! Stop! This is Cruel you foul being!”
Beep, beep, beep. The heart rate monitor blares. Your mom. Cancer. Hard to save. Her shining face, covered with different masks. Her bright colourful clothes changed into pale green. Her cheerful, lovely atmosphere, drowned with sadness and tension. Her, always smiling face, now held a sad, forceful smile.
Sh-should I call the ambulance? 🚑
After a year of battling cancer. Your mom.... Dead. She died. Dead. Her last words were: My Anna, My Anna is safe and loved. That’s all I need. She baked one last pie. For you. Your Dad? Never recovered the loss of his dad, and his wife. He left you. In a orphanage. A rather cruel one, you ought to say. They beat you. They abused you.
Poem which sort of matches.... Completely original.
In a world so dark and distasteful,
what do you expect me to be ?
all I want to do to get up and fly free.
In a world so grim and cruel,
what do you expect me to be?
to be happy or drooling over a pile of money ?
As I came into the world,
My eyes closed, my body cute, curled and cold
My eyes flutter open and I see a lady with a bun,
She was nice, but to my dismay she was on the run,
She dumped me in a Foster home,
It was sadness in a dome,
It was depression in a vial.
We were beaten, we were abused.
We were ridiculed and misused.
By the age of five,
We were taught to survive
In the desert, or in the sea, in space or at the beach,
At the age of 10
I was alone, nor friends nor family ,
For family was dead and friends had fled,
By the age of 16
There was no vaccine,
Because DIVOC 91 hit
If you had it you would go mad,
Happiness would be sucked and you couldn’t even recognise your dad,
This was the baddest of the bad,
The worst of the worst.
I heard the sirens and was told to run,
But that’s when I saw the lady with the bun,
She told me she was sorry,
And hopped into a trolley.
I followed here too,
I heard a “boo" and someone jeered,
It was just as I feared,
The lady with the bun had got DIVOC
I jumped of the trolley and started to run.
As I left alone, the lady with the bun.
I ran, and I ran and I found my paradise,
It was a garden, so precise.
Ahead it lay a castle,
So wonderful, so beautiful,
I lay below the willow tree,
wondering what awaits me,
Is it good or is it bad?
I’ll just let it be,
As I lay under the Willow Tree...