House Of Ballon’s

Helping One Another

• Drama

								
I like to view myself as one of the 7 billion colonized people that lives on this round rock we call our planet. I'm not someone people look up to, I'm just an ordinary girl with ordinary things and one day my name will mean nothing to the new, fresh faces that will take my generation's place. My name is Sorel, and I've traveled around the sun 17 times in my time here. Everyone has at least one thing that makes them unique apart from everyone else. I'm not peculiar because of my soft blond hair, my delicate blue eyes, or my tall lengthy body, it's the feelings, thoughts and experiences that I’ve possessed that makes me who I am. The age of 13 to 14 The thoughts made my stomach turn, my head pound. Would I ever get over the past, or would the memories remain to make me feel the way I am at this point in time forever? One year ago a girl that went by the name Marlow, a girl I was so grateful to call my best friend died right in front of my very own eyes. I’ve never dropped as many tears from my sorrowful eyes as I did that late Sunday evening, I was overly heartbroken. Marlow and I were born in the same hospital 3 hours and 56 minutes apart. We've spent our whole uninterrupted life together up until a reckless drunk driver ended her beautiful uncompleted story. Going back to that hospital to say my last brutal goodbye felt immoral. After endlessly crying repetitively for months on end I truly yearn for nobody to have to go through what I did. Apart from Marloes passing, I distinctly remember her celebration of life clearly as if it was yesterday. The unknown relatives were present, the friends cried, the parents sobbed, and I stood close and gazed with not a single sorrowful tear in my eye. Why was the only person that admired and appreciated me taken from my early life? Why so presently? At the furthermost moment of the service everyone got a dark, shiny black balloon and released it into the rainy dark sky anticipating it would reach where my treasured girl was now present. To this day I always brood about the message I transferred with my balloon, “you're in his world now, you can stay, you will stay. But you belong to me, oh my darling girl, you will always belong to me.” A piece of me vanished that day and I’ve never perceived the same. The memory’s of me and Marlow will always remain a part of me along with the end of our time together. When I have kids of my own at one point of time I will enlighten them of the real friendship we had and pray they find a Marlow of their very own. I will always cherish the moments me and Marlow shared together, forever. The age of 15-16 Who have I become? All my hopes and dreams I anticipated to impact this world with are all deteriorating by the day with the mental state I’m falling deep in. I took my fury out on myself. This place will burn me up. I was not prepared to live without my other half, I can’t do it unaccompanied by her. When I went back to school, everyone was feeling sorrow for me and my dreadful loss. Everyone was all of a sudden there for me and made sure I was aware of it. I felt irate. I didn't know the people and they certainly didn't know Marlow. This girl was the only individual I pursued everything with. Now when she is no longer there I discern she was the only friend I had. At that moment I understood nobody knew what I truly was going through, I was solitary, it destroyed me. Then on one fortunate sunny day, I came across Marlows Grandmother, Hailey. She was devastated by the state I was in and began to ask if I would be interested in coming to her house to talk. With hesitation, I agreed and we drove. Talking to Hailey reminisced the memories of me and my girl, I haven’t been this content since her passing. Hailey said some words to me that evening that gave me hope to turn my life around. “If it hurts to breathe, you need to open a different window my darling.” She told me Marlow would be devastated to see my dreams slip through my fingers and I needed to get my life together, For myself, and Marlow. Later that week I joined the photography club and to my surprise there were quite a few talented students I could picture myself bonding with. Some were into the same thing as I was. Every moment I felt guilty for finding somebody new, then I reminded myself of the meaningful words Hailey spoke to me, “she would want me to be happy.” Over time, I made some friends, the closest being a brunette 2 months older than me going by the name Amy. The light began to shine through the new window of my life, my grades even increased drastically. That was the moment I realized, everything will indeed be okay. Months later on a one-day unlike no other I was going for a walk with Amy when I felt my heart start to race and my mind spun. Amy screamed with tears rolling down her face, that's the last moment I remember before the lights went black. I woke up later that night to find my parents terrified by my side in a dark hospital room. The doctor told me news that made my stomach immediately drop. I was diagnosed with terminal heart cancer. The doctor told me this disease will only worsen, I will die. They released me the following day along with pain medication. Before the nurse said goodbye she told me “enjoy everything you do, have fun before you no longer can,” Every moment for the next few months was spent with Amy and my family camping by the blue warm lake taking photos, swimming, fishing and hiking. I started to weaken by the day, towards the end of the trip I could barely walk on my own 2 feet, it was my time to go, the pain was unbearable. As we made our way back to the city to go home I felt defeated. Why did this have to happen to me, first my best friend Marlow being taken away from me, and now myself. Maybe my life just wasn’t meant to be. After being home for a few days I didn’t leave my couch, Amy was by my side the entire time. But then, breathing started to worsen, everything became a blur. “I’m coming back to you Marlow, I’ll be there soon” I imagined to myself. The pain went away and I saw the light. I haven’t felt so free since the age of 13. I thought I was just imagining, but it felt so real. Marlow then walked out, it was too extraordinary to be true, but there she was. We spoke each other’s name with excitement and ran to each other. I was an arm's reach away from giving Marlow a hug then crashed into a clear wall, I banged the wall and screamed. “Marlow, what is this wall?” I said with anger. “It’s the only thing keeping you from going, it’s not your time Sorel” she spoke with meaning. I disagreed with her, I want to be with her, even if it means I don’t see my family again. “ I want to be with you Marlow, I can’t do this without you! I said with fear as tears rolled down my face. I can’t live without her anymore, I’ve never been the same. “Oh, your mind wants to leave, but you can't go. I’m in a happy place (a happy house) I'm happy here Marlow. Furthermore, I need you to go back for me and live a happy life, I’ll see you when the proper time comes. Go back, I need you to do that for me. I love you.” Hearing those words made my frame of mind change. Marlow then began to walk away from the clear wall and the white light began to dim. I woke up in the hospital bed with my mother crying holding my hand. She was in disbelief when I opened my eyes. She began to scream for a doctor. “Welcome back” the doctor said. I died, I wasn’t supposed to awake at that moment. A few minutes later I stood up, it was a miracle I was alive let alone standing. The doctor decided to move on with tests to see what’s going on. He said that I was a walking miracle, my tumor in my heart was shrinking and that if I move forward with the chemo there’s a good chance of making it, so I did. A few months after being on chemo I was rigging the bell. Everything was going to be okay. I was going to live the life Marlow would have wanted me to. It wasn’t a miracle I was alive, I was Marlow. I never told anyone about my time with her in the white room, but I knew, I knew that the reason I was here was all because of her. Everything will indeed be okay, I will live life to the fullest and cherish how lucky I am to be here. Marlow would want this, so I will do it for her and myself. Everything will be okay. Prologue I was cured of terminal cancer. I met the love of my life, Rowan in an RCMP camp, now we both protect people, including drunk drivers. I've stayed close with Marlows family. And lastly I've had my first beautiful baby girl, with bright blue eyes, light brown hair like her father and named her Marlow in honor of the girl that saved me when I thought I couldn't be. I'm grateful for everything and everyone in this beautiful life, and thanks to some I get to live it, experience all that life has to offer. What inspired me to write this story- My feelings and thoughts in this story are all based on a song, my comfort song, “House Of Balloons” By The Weekend. This song is about a boys love for a girl and how he helped her through hard times. My story is far different from his but has the same meaning. Here are some lines that I incorporated from the song into the story to help you understand what inspired me. “You're in my world now, you can stay, you can stay But you belong to me, ooh, you belong to me” “If it hurts to breathe, open a window” “Oh, your mind wants to leave, but you can't go Oh, this is a happy house (a happy house) We're happy here (we're happy here) In a happy house” “This place will burn you up” Thank you for reading my story(:
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