Vanish

• Hannah Lee, Grade 8
• Short Story
• 2013

My world is a constant shade of only two colours. Black and white. It started the day I had my seizure. It was so strong, I blacked out. That's when all the colours drained from my life. Ever since then, a new horror has seeped into my life. Everything I touch vanishes. Everyone I touch turns into cold, hard, lifeless stone. Mother is the only one alive now. Father and my older sister is long gone. So are all my friends. I am stuck in this cruel world, alone. Now I wear gloves everyday, that somehow, does not disappear. It is my only hope in life. I take my gloves off. As soon as I take them off, I see my hands. Skin peeling, chipped, overgrown, yellow nails, and plastic infused skin. I am careful that I don't touch myself. There is knock. And another. Mother is home early. I quickly put my gloves on to go open the door. But it isn't mother. There is someone else standing there. A monster, a hideous creature. It resembles my mother but it has messed up hair, and a wild look. I take my gloves off to turn this intruder into a statue. I touch it, and the spot on its skin that I touches turns grey and it ripples throughout its body. But then I see her. Her eyes. She doesn't resemble mother. She is mother. But it is too late now, and there is nothing but a statue in front of me. There is a horror stricken expression engraved onto her face, and there is nothing more left for me now. In depression I hug myself, and I too, am turning into stone. My arm is cold and hard now, and the concrete spreads, and sudden dryness covers my body. I am nothing more than an empty soul. My world fades into nothing. No thought, no body. Nothing. Vanished.