The Final Journey

NOTE: This was written during a creative writing competition our school organised.

They say that in the precious few moments that you have before you die, your entire life flashes right before you like a movie playing in the theaters. Right now, as I lay amidst a pool of crimson red that was blood, these "scenes" played on in my mind, refusing to go away even as the pain engulfed me, drowning me and threatened to consume every cell of my body. I moaned softly, hoping with all my might that this pain would leave me soon so that I could relive these memories for a second time in a peace that only Death itself could bring.

That was probably the last hope that I made, for my mind was silent for the first time in my short fifteen years as I relived my memories. Even the intense pain that was now a part of me was the last thing on my mind. Three memories lingered in my mind, the most significant ones amongst others.

The first memory took place more than a decade ago. Mother was standing in front of me, her arms stretched out widely as if preparing to embrace me. There was even a hint of a smile on Father's usually unsmiling lips* as he stood silently in a corner, watching me as a toddler taking my first step. I fell, as expected, a couple of times, but eventually made it to Mother's arms, which wrapped around me tightly. Her lips were soft and warm against my tiny forehead. Father strode over to me, again a hint of a smile on his lips* as he patted my head awkwardly with his rough palms. The dying fifteen year old me smiled. Tears flowed down my cheeks, hot against my cold body, bringing with it a warmth that I had never felt before.

The next memory happened a few years later, after I had learned to walk. I was seven, preparing to start my first day in primary school. Mother was there with me, holding my tiny hands, walking towards a tall, red building that I was going to spend the next 6 years in. "It's going to be alright, dear." her words brought me comfort and calmed the 7 year old me down. I glanced up at her, giving Mother a wide grin. She smiled reassuringly back at me, slowly letting my hand go and watching me walk slowly towards my primary school, blending in with a hundred other children before turning back home.

The third, and last memory happened a few hours before my death. "I hate you!" I screamed at Mother, while I threw a few T-shirts and shorts into my backpack. I stormed out of the house, slamming the door in her face. Anger pulsed through my veins. I was so angry, I could not think sensibly, let alone walk properly. I did not see a van approaching me. I walked on, my fists clenched, when suddenly everything became black. A warm and sticky liquid spread around me and I opened my eyes weakly, only to sea the van speeding away, only this time, my dying self could not feel the pain. Immense anger was all I felt.

Father had left when I was only ten years old. Mother, whom I loved with all my heart, was the one who had brought me up and provided me with most of my memories. And yet, the selfish me had fought with Mother over a small matter. I hated myself for bringing this hurt to her. I did not even have the chance to tell her that I loved her and was sorry.

The memories finally left my mind, and it was then that my last breath finally left me. This is my story. The final journey of my life.

* END *

P/S: As usual, comments are hugely appreciated and I would LOVE it if you included these points in your comments:
- What you liked about my essay
- What you disliked about my essay (or least like or whatever)
- What I can do to improve my essay
- How much, on a scale of 1 to 10, you would rate me as a 1.) 'O' Level marker [or an extremely strict teacher with very high standards] and 2.) judge for this writing competition.

Yay thanks a lot (:
I'm thinking of continuing with this story. Not sure, though. To be honest, I quite like this story :p

In case you were wondering what happened to the 30 Day Challenge..... Lol I'll do it some other time instead. :x

Day 1 — Your Best Friend

Dear friend,
No matter how many ups and downs this thing called Life presents to us, I'm glad that you're there to face them with me, to make this slope downhill less steep, and the way uphill less exhausting.

We may have disagreements sometimes, but I like the fact that we always make up after that.

I love that you always put up with my craziness, sometimes even joining along with me.

I love you for all your imperfection.

Yours sincerely,
See Miang (:


P/S: Gosh. Do. Not. Puke. Try to control your laughter please. I spent a really long time doing this. I had so many things I wanted to say, but words just weren't enough for it. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoyed this 'letter'. It's not written for my 'best friend', but for ALL MY FRIENDS OUT THERE. Hehe, thanks a lot friend.

The 30-Day Letter Challenge

Yay, I'm back. I was surfing Tumblr (the coolest, most awesome website, EVER.) when I chanced upon this 30-Day Letter Challenge.

Hence, I'm going to do it! FOR A MONTH. No excuses.
(:

30 Day Letter Challenge:

Day 1 — Your Best Friend
Day 2 — Your Crush
Day 3 — Your parents
Day 4 — Your sibling (or closest relative)
Day 5 — Your dreams
Day 6 — A stranger
Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush
Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend
Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet
Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to
Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to
Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain
Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you
Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from
Day 15 — The person you miss the most
Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country
Day 17 — Someone from your childhood
Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be
Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad
Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest
Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression
Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to
Day 23 — The last person you kissed
Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory
Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times
Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to
Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day
Day 28 — Someone that changed your life
Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to
Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror


Yay, something to do! (:
I SHOULD HAVE DONE THIS EARLIER. OH, DARN.

P/S: I got this from here. If you have a tumblr, do follow this person (: she's awesome! :D SIRIUSLY!! Hehe :P