Creator Of Me

• Hannah Elisse Kaillis, Grade 4, Robert Townson Public School -
• Short Story
• 2018

Excellence Award in the 'Horizon of Dreams 2018' competition

The leather stitched pencil case zipped open freely. Her hand plummeted towards the small holder of supplies. It was full of pencils, pens, highlighters, textas and blue erasers. The sheet of paper was drawn from out of the top wooden drawer.
She sharpened her lead pencil slowly. Oh so slowly…Scritch…Scritch…Scritch. She blew gently on the excess wood. Deep breaths filled the thin air.
The diamond-like white sheet was blank no more. She drew my head with a flecked chin. I was dazzling. She drew me so softly, gently and so calmly. I was covered in glitter and happiness. My clothes were being sketched with kindness. Oh no - a mistake. She needed the eraser... Where was it? Ah, there it was, the shining blue eraser. She rubbed it out, pressing gently on the thin paper. A gentle silhouette marked the error. An overlayed line fixed the accidental piece.
I was processing through my mind the questions I repeatedly asked myself from time to time. Why am I always reused? Paper, the white inanimate object that I am made out of. Thrown away, reused, thrown away again. The endless cycle was a dark illusion of mind and sight.
I could not take it. She was overwhelming me too much. She created me, but then she chose what I had to go through. It was putting me down as if I was an ant and someone dropped a brick on me. She controlled my every move. I was stuck, completely trapped in this loophole. Stuck. I felt like I was LOSING MY MIND. I could not get out of this. It was closing in on me. It felt like the decisions were flowing through my mind like a lucid dream. I wished I could just escape this world of no colour. I wanted to have my freedom, but it seemed like it had a cost. I wanted to run on green grass, free and just run until I reached the end: how I wanted and when I wanted. I was as colourless as a 1900s photo.
I felt a scrunching sound closing in on me. Black. Was I free yet? I saw a bright light fill my eyesight. I was! I could taste the fresh air as I ran into the grassy field. It was perfect. My dream had come true.