A Glimpse Into One

• Ying Lieu, Grade 7, Trinity College
• Short Story
• 2016

Excellence Award in the 'Word Zone 2016' competition

I will give you a glimpse into one’s life. On the days that I won’t be diverging a trickle of gossip to you, I will be living it. I know that this must seem strange when we live in a world of multitudes seeking to leave their unique mark on this world. I may dent it but for now, I prefer to do it under the context of equality. I am equal to the surrounding masses as they are equal to me.
My tale begins on a rather sweltering day in early February. Dressed to shock and awe, I opened the door to what would become the hellish prison of my youth. With that, I entered high school. In I swept with a mannerism of absolute and utter terror. It was in those first moments that my innocence had not yet been tarnished that I dared gaze upon the angel that stood in the hallway blocking my only exit of flight from his gaze. It was in that moment that I was imprisoned by his devilish intensity, which was masked behind his perfect body and athletic build. For the next three years, I would fight for air at the irony in being seated beside him in all his coincidental appearances. It wasn’t until today that I would miss his drugging effect. Friday -yesterday- was the last day that I will ever again be allowed the privilege to cower in his magnanimous essence that fills the room only slightly faster than his ego.
That last statement may be somewhat of a shock but what was even more shocking was how much I really didn’t like this guy. He is cruel and at more times than not utterly heartless. To top it off he was one of the school’s best man-whores though money never changed hands in any instances. Yes, I am quite a strange and weird person but you know what they say, “love is blind.” I do not -for the record- believe that I was ever or will ever believe that I love him. I am not dead in his absence and I feel numb as is a normality in my daily existence. I just simply laying down a few of my teeming thoughts, as an entrance to my dramatic life and experiences.
Life is a plethora of experiences and no one can hope obtain only pleasant ones. It’s always a “lesser of two evils” choice. I leave you for now with only the gnawing notion that this tale is -in a way- reflecting me. Yet, you see, I am only a glimmer of existence in a sea of unrealistic dreams, hopes, and obsessions.
Life can touch one's heart but it has broken mine.