WHY?
By Jacqui-Beth McKenzie (Australia)
I love the light but the light doesn’t loveme. I want to go outside for a walk, by myself. But I’m not allowed to anymore.
My parents don’t trust me. It’s not like I can’t find my way home or anything.
Well, actually, I might not be able to. It’s a good point. Now all I do is sit,
in my room. I never go outside anymore. There’s no point. My life is miserable.
I feel as though I’m locked up in a cardboard box. But now I can’t hold it in.
I have to go outside for a walk. I’m going to suffocate if I stay in here any
longer.
“Dad, could I please go outside for a walk.
I’m going to suffocate.”
“You can,” replied dad, continuing, “but
you have to go with Danny.”
‘Fine, whatever. Just as long as I can go
outside into the fresh air,’ I say underneath my breath. Geesss, I always have
to go outside for a walk with Danny. I’m older than him but he still has to
come and watch me. It should be more like me watching him. But I guess I can’t.
“Danny, can you take Luke out for a walk?
He needs some air.” Shouted dad, hoping it will make it to Danny’s room.
“What?” replies Danny.
“I said can you take Luke out for a walk?
He feels boxed up and needs some air,” says dad, repeating himself
“Oh, yes, of course I can take Luke for a
walk,” Danny responds sarcastically.
“Danny?” Dad said in a tone, which meant,
stop being sarcastic.
Great, so now I have to go for a walk with
Danny. The most annoying person you could ever walk with. We are walking along
the beach. My home, I guess you could call it a home that I’m never at, well,
not anymore. Danny is being so
annoying.
“WOW!” he says, “ This place is so
beautiful when the sun is setting”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I don’t care,” I say,
annoyed. “Hey Danny? I was just wondering if we could go up to lookout
Point?"
“Um… yeah, well I guess so,” replies Danny
All I can hear now are the waves crashing.
I can’t see them. It’s too dark. Danny is spoiling the moment by talking. He is
always doing that and it’s really annoying.
“Oh my god, I just love it when the sun is
setting out here. Just up on the hills, it’s so beautiful,” yabbers Danny
Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah is all that
comes to my head
“DANNY, WOULD YOU SHUT UP!” I yell, not
really caring if there is anyone else up there. “WOULD YOU JUST SHUT UP!”
“Well, I’m sorry Luke, but I just don’t
know what it’s like being blind. All I’m trying to do is to help you,” responds
Danny, embarrassed.
“WELL STOP IT. YOU’RE JUST MAKING IT
WORSE,” I say as I start to run back. But then I stop, I sit down and I start
to cry, tears of hatred. “I hate this world. Why did mum and I crash? Why did
mum die and not me? Why did I get glass in my eyes? Why am I blind? Why was it
me?"