Child

Just like any other kids, I have a mother and a father. But they are different from the others. They told me that we are related to the royals and I am a princess. I was ecstatic to know that.

They love me like any other parents do. They teach me that each pain and scars that I receive indicates their love for me. I was proud of the amount of scars I have but my parents told me not to show it to other people though they never once told me the reason why.

We constantly have to move from one place to another. One night, a group of people came to our house. Daddy told me not to worry as this people have come here to brought us to heaven and mommy hold my hands as she smile sweetly at the people. I happily followed as I always heard about heavens from my parents.

I saw my parents being hang out above. It does not look painful as there are smile etches on their faces. I guess they are already in heaven. I wonder when is my turn?

I was brought into a huge building which I assume as a castle. I sleep in a pure white room and dressed in a beautiful white dress. I miss my parents but I knew that I will see them soon. Everyday was fun though. I would often play with someone in black clothes using the toy they called 'knife'. I like this toy as it is so shiny and pretty especially when it's color turn into red.

One day, a few people came and bring me out of my room. They were dressed in the same white clothes so I am guessing they are angels? Among all of them, there are only one female. She is very beautiful yet she does not have the same sweet smile that mommy always had on her face.

I saw a huge chair in front of me. Perhaps that is my throne as daddy said that I am a princess. Or perhaps it is a way to heaven as mommy said that it is not easy to enter it. The people around me strapped some beautiful leather bracelets on my hands and feet. They move away after that and I questioned what I thought to them,

"Am I going to heaven? Will I be able to see my parents again? Will I receive wings like Icarus does but instead of falling, I will fly up high into the sky along with the lonely stars?"

They stopped what they are doing and look at me with sad looking eyes. Why are they sad, I wonder? One of them mouthed something I cannot comprehend before I felt a jolt of pain on me.

'Pain is love', is what my parents said. So that means that they love me, right? So I laugh. I laughed at how much love they gave me. Mommy, daddy, did you see this? Your child is loved by so many. I cannot wait to see you again, dearest mommy and daddy.

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"I'm sorry that this world is too evil for you, child."

Incorrect interpretation of mental illness alert.

Those with mental illness are not evil. They might did things that seems abnormal and unacceptable to us and fear towards them is understanding but they too are humans, who are unlucky to lose their sanity towards the world...

Or perhaps lucky to never feeling hurt anymore.

We who still have our sanity intact should treasured that sanity and make the best out it.

Him

The first time I met him is during my childhood,

I don't remember much but I remember seeing sadness, despair and denials,

I remember not any of those, wondering why people are crying,

I remember her singing that makes the wind dances along the tune as if reminding us that he could be anywhere,

The second time I met him is a few years later,

I remember that I was shocked and didn't expect him to appear so suddenly,

This time, I understand why people are crying, as I am too,

That time when you realize they are never waking up again, it feels like reality is so far away...

The third time follow closely behind, just one day to a glorious moment,

Only this time, I feel neither sadness nor denial,

Only shocked, disbelief and perhaps fear,

We're sorry teacher, but with how modern lives are, words spread too fast that even I am disappointed,

With how contradicting people's words are,

Lives are perhaps too short for they and perhaps too long for us,

For now we can only wait for him to make the first move.

First post and it's already depressing...(⌒_⌒;)
The second time happen to someone who are close to me. Despite not understanding how they felt, I too cried when I saw the lifeless body.But I remember when it first happen, I never feel sad or anything perhaps because I'm still young and did not understand what's going on.
The third time is someone I'm not close too which is why I didn't feel anything, except shocked on how fast things are.
No matter how fast we want life to end, there are some people who wasn't given a chance to fully enjoy their life so make sure to live the best of tomorrow no matter how tough today is! o( ❛ᴗ❛ )o