A Broken Battle

• Shivya Jolly, Grade 06
• Short Story
• 2020

I stare at my reflection, “I don’t know who I am”.
Every single time something brightens my life, it’s taken away. It’s very clear that life hates me and throws too many obstacles. But after I go though the obstacles it’s always... another dead end.

So, I should be used to my life by know. Lost my parents when I was five, bullied through grade one to now and I’m living inside a rock. When I mean by that, I mean having fake friends for over three years and multiple people used me. I was hated by everyone including myself. It was very clear from the start that I can’t trust anyone and the world is a cruel place. I think about how I should help recover from my grandmother’s death, a few days ago.

Soon it started to rain, the tears of the sky dropped down, that’s how I like to think of it, tears of the sky. I stared at the pond again, my reflection staring right back at me. I cupped a bit of water from my hands and stared at it.
“Like a dark shade in a rainbow world”, I whispered to myself.
You might be asking, “what is going on” or “does this make sense?”
Sometimes I wonder too. I can’t seem to recognise what makes me so different. I mean, people have bullied me, spread rumours about me and gave me only hatred. They would only do that if I was different,