Before
Initial.
Watching her chest rise and fall, it’s sad really I never met the one who inhabited the body beforehand I had only been told her story. It was unfortunate really how she had so much of her life ahead of her. And a sudden wave took that away, she simply had suddenly fallen sick. I wish I had went like that I bet it would had been better than to only hearing ringing before the last thing you see is a street lamp fading to black through hooded lids. I wondered if she remembered the ride to the hospital. Did she experience it or was her time much like mine? Instant, last breath a gasp for help.
Broken Dreams Harbor Pain.
I sat here: learning. I knew her family’s names pretty well now. How they held her hand and brushed her hair out of her face, her skin pale in contrast to her dark hair. It had been been a year and from my knowledge she had been in this coma for almost two now. Eighteen when she slipped into it and her family believed she would be okay as the doctors said she kept showing signs. All of the nurses were nice, the doctors, however made sick remarks about her, It made me sick even though I knew I could do nothing but watch over her. Nothing bad ever happened to her directly. Those around her though they seemed to be falling apart the more time went on.
So young. They would say, they couldn’t imagine having a to bury their daughter, their friend, their crew leader. But as time went on her mother and father started to fight about it. One wanting to give up the other holding on. The mother always seemed to convince him just at the last minute before calling the doctors to make the decision. Judging by how the arguments persisted, it could be assumed the money was main reason for the distaste in patience.
He who walks alone.
The other who stopped by at random wasn’t someone who I knew by name, he would only appear at night and wouldn’t come past the window sill. He wasn’t fully human either well not from what I could sense. The aura around him dark and unfathomably guilty. It was almost as if he was what caused this family such grief as if he had been directly involved. I never approached him. As I could never figure out why a demon would be so close to someone who had even lived long enough to do something wrong. The horns upon his forehead the textured skin, wings: the look of the fallen, wretched souls locked within them. Eyes dead. I saw his face once as he had reverted from one form back into the other, for the first time which is how I knew he wasn’t dead. An attractive young man, I just didn’t know his story and for some reason I didn’t want to figure it out.
Rebirth.
February 9. Her mom is in the room. There are balloons she is once again singing the same song from the years before. It is her birthday and her mother still celebrates as such. This day just the day after the anniversary of what could be written as her death. But still the morning sun falls on her face which is still peaceful. Her mother is sitting beside her hand in hand, rubbing the back of her palm slowly. This is the day I was told would come on the second year. She is now twenty and has been granted a second chance. I have this chance but will I be able to fit as well as I think. I knew nothing about this girl before that day I was assigned to watch over her. I knew her name which would now become mine, replacing the one I could never recall.
Kim Chungha A cloud passing over the sun just as I took the chance to become one. Once the sun returned the cloud fully passed now, rays shining upon my face as I opened my eyes to it. A new feeling returned.
Tears were the never thing I knew falling from her, my mother’s eyes. The gentle caressing of my face as the moment set in. The feeling of fresh tears with the feeling of life renewed.