Raha Rejali (12) | STAFF REPORTER
My toes dip into the water, the algid feeling ripping through my skin and into my bones, a warning that whispers to me to stay away. However, the warmth of the betrayal burning through my body is enough to make me ignore it, to lay in the stream that leads to death’s door.
Once you lose someone dear to you, there is little to keep you losing yourself.
I feel the water try to push me up, trying to save me from the inevitable, but the weight of my sorrow drags me back down. My dress flows with the ripples in the water, the cold welcoming me, accepting me.
The flowers around me hit my nose with a fresh smell I once thought I’d only be able to experience once I passed.
Perhaps, if I’ve done enough good deeds, I can return to the world as something as beautiful as them. I’ll grow with beautiful petals that will one day smile at another girl that will rest here as well.
