I am drowning in this
awful silence. Guttering, choking, drowning. It's so dark. All I see
is a white spotlight coming from my window, and that's all the light
I have. My friends on the ropes above me are there. I try to call out
to them, but I can't. The only sounds I make are mindless gurgles,
and some sort of an alien language. It's like my lines haven't been
written yet. Like I'm yet to begin my story.
A few months ago my life
changed completely. For the first nine ages all I saw was darkness,
and it was cosy and warm and I had all the food I wanted. And then
suddenly-BANG! A bright light in my face, it's suddenly freezing
cold, lots of people poking and prodding me. After being put in a
warm blanket I was nestled down next to the nice lady , who seemed
strangely familiar...
Now , I'm stuck, lying on
my back, the people above me not giving me an answer, and above all,
I'm hungry. Well, I know what to do.
I yell out (this usually
works) and then the nice lady comes in with the liquid again. It's
like a five star hotel! And just by crying! Imagine that, crying?
Well I can definitely handle crying.
In the morning, I'm doing
that consuming-thing again. It doesn't taste like much, but I guess
it's what I need. Then the lady comes over with my best mate, Brian.
'What's this?!' she says.
I try to say 'What do you think it is, you spanner, I've been
sleeping with it for four months' , but all I could manage was a
grunt.
Later , the nice lady has
to go and do something else, so the older lady. I like her. She says
'Hello, sweetie pie!', and her Nice Man is older too. He's very
funny, and the side of his head is all soft. Later on, I'm put into
the metal things that vibrates, makes everything move around me (by
the way, I'm sorry that I'm not very good with words or names, my
lines haven't been written yet) . She leaves me with the lady with
the different voice.
It's
funny, now I think about it, but out of everyone who I know , even
though she has a different voice, I understand her more than anyone.
She says funny things, like 'dame
un beso' and 'Agua' . When she says this, she gives me a kiss on the
cheek and gives me a cup of that see-through liquid.
Later
on, I go and see Leafy. Leafy is my special friend. She and her Nice
Lady are friends with my Nice Lady. She is kind to me, a lot, and
sometimes she holds my hand. She has the one name I remember. We go
on little outings together, to that Lego fun-place. She sometimes
tells me words, and I remember them, just like that!
One
of the things I envy about Leafy is that she has a Nice Man. You
know, the men-types that hang around with the Nice Lady people? I
wish I had one of them . The Nice Lady's brother is sort of like a
Nice Man. I can't remember what they are called. What are they
called? Oh yes! That's it. Daddy's.
I
saw something today. Something I haven't seen before. My reflection.
I saw it in the roundy-roundy clothes-thing. I saw that the person in
the reflection was moving at the exact same time as me. I realised
that I was small, very small, about one or two feet. I had short
hair, blue eyes, a button nose, and very small hands. This is what I
saw.
I never knew I was so
little. I thought I was so old. But then again, I used to think life
was only nine months long. But now I'm thirsty. My Nice Lady isn't in
the room, and I'm thirsty. I can't cry this time. Not this time, I'm
too old for that. I'm a big boy now. Remember, remember what the lady
with thee different voice taught me. Yes! I remember!
“Agua!”
Yes! I've finally said
it!
“Agua!”
This is amazing! What a
breakthrough. I need to say it louder. I need the Nice Lady to hear
me so I can get it.
“Agua!!”
She comes speeding in.
She looks so happy. She hugs me and praises me. I try to say “Look,
I know it's a breakthrough, but I want my drink” , butt all I
manage is a grunt. Well, I suppose Agua is good for now.
But now I know all the
names, like Leafy told me. Mummy, Water, Biscuit. The Nice Lady
taught me some words , too. Nana, Dapper, Benji, Dave. I like Dave.
I'm sitting in some shop in the wheel-seat, talking to him. I'm
asking him to be my Daddy.
Well, I don't know what
will happen next. But apparently , I'm young, and I've got lots to
come for me. I want to end up like Mummy and Daddy, and I think I
want to do that pretending thing that Mummy does a lot. I like what
is going on. But, if it's true what they say, life is only five
years. I better make the most of it, and I'm enjoying it so far!
