I Am A Spectacle

It was a gelid winter's night, my whole body was numb, and shaking. My limbs felt like, at any point they'd just abandon my tingling body. Everything I would do to warm myself failed. My eyes were closed over, trying to find sleep, when I saw a glow peeking through my eyelids. I wondered why there would be a light inside my bedroom, maybe it was just the light coming in from the street or maybe my sister had left her bedroom light on again. I spread apart my eyelids to reveal my exquisite, jewel-like azure eyes, being persuaded by the darkness of the night that they appear almost invisible. Only to discover a luminous light shining down from my bedroom roof. It was like an imaginary spot light had been put up there, only nothing was there. There was no source of the light.

My pupils followed down the area the light had illuminated. It wasn't just a brightly, shining light. It was sparkling with tiny fragments of glitter, it truly was a remarkable sight. But it was nothing compared to what next stole my attention. Standing beneath the light, at the foot of my bed was a little girl. Her snowy hair tied atop her head with a baby pink ribbon, a few strands of hair fell loose from the bun outlining her small and delicate face. Her pale cheeks were stained with tears and she had two long cuts commencing from the edges of her lips, to either ear. Creating a scarred smile. So when she wasn't necessarily joyful, she was still smiling on the outside.

She stood completely still, her limbs were hanging lifelessly from her body. That's when I noticed an old vinyl record player on the floorboards beside her. The pin dropped and a melody began to play softly, it was a calm, ballet tune. Her body began to dance smoothly along with the music, each one of her movements like a perfect note. Her dance was a choreographed assortment of brushstrokes, elegantly painting a vivid fantasy. I sat under my sheets, astonished. I was consumed, first my vision then my very mind.

This young girl was mysterious, I couldn't wrap my mind around her. I wanted to touch her, to see if all of this was real. My eyes stayed glued to her elegant dance, while my still-frozen limbs moved gently from beneath my sheets. I stood up straight, my body stiff and un-wanting to move. I took one step towards the girl, she didn't notice anything because her eyes were closed over and her mind completely in sync with the music. The slow beat of the music matched the slow pulse of my beating heart. With every step I slowly took towards the young girl the more consumed I felt by her presence. Everything was a blurred vision now, except for the girl.

Each time I took a step closer, her aura pulled me in. She was sucking me in like a tornado, only it was rather pleasant. My mind continued to fascinate over her dance. She moved like a perfect chorus, flowing across a page of my heart. She stole my breath, my thoughts, the words from my mouth, and held my heart hostage. My body was mere centimetres away from her now. I reached out my numb fingers towards her hand. She had noticed me and was starring into my eyes, into my soul.

A look of disappointment replenished her face. I continued to touch her hand, I looked down to where our hands would meet but just as I had tried to touch the tip of her finger, she began to appear transparent. My hand went straight through hers. The calming, ballet music had stopped playing and the beautiful, glittery light began to diminish. I looked up into the girls eyes once more. Her angelic body had ceased and everything around me felt complete of darkness. With every second her body was fading away more and more, and the light was dimming.

I wanted to shout to her and bombard her with an abundance of questions. But she wouldn't have heard me. She turned away from me just as she was almost completely gone, I could only just make out the outlines of her body. She stroked her hand above her head and across my plain bedroom wall like a giant paintbrush. Her arm slithered along and to my amazement she painted words upon my bedroom wall. They glowed brightly, and were outlined with a rainbow essence.

After her masterpiece was elaborate she turned towards me, gently smiled and completely disappeared. Taking the beautiful, shinning light and the vinyl record player with her. Leaving me behind in this world of misery with her words of inspiration: 'Every freckle on your face, each cheekbone and little eye lash is Gods' own way of showing off. You are a spectacle. You are awfully brilliant.'

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