A Flower Without Sunshine
Title: A Flower Without Sunshine
Author: Me~
Character: America, with a mention of 5 others, but not by name.
Rating: PG, dark-ish themes
Summary: A flower without sunshine is doomed to die. My sunshine was ripped away from me.
-Based off the song "Paper Plane" by Rin Kagamine.
A Flower Without Sunshine
I was standing in a rather grassy field, staring at the chain link fence in front of me. I wasn’t supposed to be here, the fence told me that I wasn’t. I stared beyond it and looked at that miserable place. No grass, just dirt and mud. The people being kept within the fence all miserable. I coughed and continued to stare, before lying down in the soft grass and staring up at the blue sky. It seemed oddly calm, considering what was going on in the outside world.
It was another war, The Third Great War. Considering how many years had passed since the first two and how far we humans have come as far as technology advancements, we still couldn’t seem to get along. I sighed, looking at the puffy white clouds. I had learned about the first two World Wars in my history classes, back when I was in school. About the terrible things humans did to other humans. It was horrifying, but what was even more horrifying was the fact that even 200 years after the second war we are still doing the same thing. Not me, per say, no. I’m just a child. I’m only 15, I’m not allowed to fight. Even if I was old enough, I wouldn’t be allowed to join anyways.
For you see, I was born with an illness with no name.
I rolled over on my side and noticed a crumpled paper. It was interesting to see, considering that it wasn’t there before. I sat up and opened it, trying to smooth out the wrinkles. It didn’t say much, just some funny looking letters. I read them over and over trying to figure out the language. Eventually, I realized what language it was in and what it said. Even after I figured it out it still didn’t say much, a simple greeting.
I heard something hit the chain link fence in front of me. Startled I looked up and saw a boy, no older than I, looking at me curiously. I looked at him for a while then down at the paper, then back at him. I grinned and pulled out my pen and scribbled a quick “Hello” before folding the paper into a paper airplane, and throwing it over the fence. I was glad it wasn’t windy out today, wind would make all the difference with paper airplanes, you know.
I watched as the plane crash landed on the other side of the fence and the boy picked it up and read. He smiled at me before running away with the paper. I frowned. that was rude, I just said hello and the kid ran off with the paper! I laid back down in the grass, letting that boy go. I closed my eyes and began to wonder what life would be like if I wasn’t sick since birth.
I must have fallen asleep, 'cause the next thing I knew was I felt something hit me in the face and the sound of that chain link fence again. I sat up annoyed, as the paper plane rolled down my chest. I looked at the fence. There was the boy again. I opened up the letter and read it. It was in really bad English to say the least, an apology for writing in his language. I looked up at him confused. I scribbled down my reply back, that it was okay that he wrote in his language.
I looked down at my watch and took notice of the time. Half past 3. Damn. I had an appointment in an hour, and I was supposed to meet with my father beforehand. I continued my letter response telling the boy to meet me here tomorrow so we could continue talking. I refolded the plane and tossed it over.
Again I watched it land and again I saw the boy pick it up and read it. He nodded and smiled before running away. I left the grassy field, to return tomorrow.
My appointment had gone relatively well, depending on what your definition of ‘well’ was. The fact that I still had time to live meant something to me. But, the fact that I now had to move into the hospital meant another. My father helped me get ready. I was grateful that my dad had gotten me a room with a view of the outside; if I was stuck in a room with no window, I would die of claustrophobia before my illness had a chance.
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It was wrong, and I knew it was. Every day I would leave the hospital to go meet up with the boy on the other side of the chain link fence. He was such a nice boy. I felt terrible that he was locked on the other side.
We wrote letters everyday and told each other everything. Well, almost everything. To him I was healthy.
He told me that he hadn’t seen his sisters in months, and he dearly missed them. I felt bad. I had my brother to come see me every day in the hospital. I told him that only had my father and brother, but I chose not to say more about my dad. I was ashamed of what he did as a job.
This continued every day. Well, almost every day. When it rained I couldn’t leave, the nurses would notice a boy coming back soaking wet from the rain. I hated those days. I couldn’t read more about where he was from, or find out more about his life before that life on the other side of the fence. I didn’t want to admit it, but I had grown attached to the boy, though we hadn’t exchanged names at all. It was more embarrassing than anything else.
Then that day came. My dad had come to visit me after work, earlier than normal. He asked me what I was reading while I tried to hide my letter. I told him it was nothing. He told me to hand the paper over, teasing me about the nurses in the building being nice and writing me letters. I continued to try and hide the letter from him, but he overpowered me and grabbed it.
I watched as his face slowly fell as he read the letter from the boy across the fence.
He shouted at me that I wasn’t allowed to speak with those who were less than human, calling him worthless. I shouted back. He wasn’t worthless, and if he just gave the people trapped within that fence a chance, he’d find out that they are just as human as we were.
He crumpled the letter and forbade me from leaving the hospital to go see him again. I didn’t understand it at all, that boy’s life was just as meaningful as mine, if not more so! I wouldn’t amount to anything in life. I was weak and ill. If that boy was given a chance to try, than he was sure to go into space like he wanted. I hated this.
I stared out the window. I wanted to tell my father that those letters made me feel normal, that they shed a bit more light on my life.
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The days continued to pass, more and more tubes entered my body, to the point where I was barely able to walk anymore. Sounds became harder and harder to hear. It was then that I decided that I couldn’t bear to let that boy wait anymore for me at the fence. I tried my best to grip the pen on the nightstand beside my bed and I scrawled down my final letter to him. I folded it into another paper plane, before finally removing my IV and slipping on my shoes to leave the hospital one last time.
I couldn’t bring myself to write down the truth in my letter, I told him that I was just going away for a really long time. That I didn’t know if I was going to return.
I arrived at the grassy field and the now rusting chain link fence. My arms and legs shook shook more when I noticed him. The day seemed to have gotten brighter when I saw him. I saw the way his eyes lit up when he saw me. His child-like smile, just made me so happy my heart could burst on the spot. At the same time, that smile was going to be the hardest thing to leave when I walked away. He threw his plane over the fence, a simple “I miss you. Where’d you go?” I smiled sadly, I was glad I wasn’t close enough to the fence for him to notice it. I opened my plane and added a bit more, before refolding it and tossing it over the fence. I took a step back as he began to read the letter. By the time he was finished I had my back turned and I was starting to head back.
“I’ll be waiting for you! Until you come back! And I’ll keep the letters, and I’ll treasure them! Then I’ll be able to see you again, right?!” I heard his voice cry out. It was the first time I had ever heard his voice. His sweet voice, it rivaled my brother’s innocent one.
I kept my back turned to him, I couldn’t let him see my tears. I wanted to be stronger than this, but all it did was make the tears fall harder. I left the boy standing there at the fence.
My father was waiting for me at the hospital when I arrived. His face was clearly enraged that I even left.
I don’t remember much after that. My vision blurred, my muscles gave out as I gasped for air. My thin fingers grabbing out for the door frame to hold me up as the world around me spun. I heard my dad call out my name, and then for the doctors. I felt hands, lots of hands grabbing my body and putting me on the stretcher. I was rushed out.
I knew what was going to happen now, to both me and that boy. I angered my father for the last time, and I knew it. The guilt ate away at me, clawing at my stomach.
I stabilized. I spent the next few weeks staring at the ceiling of my dreadful hospital bedroom. No matter how much sunlight was cast in the room, it was always dark to me. I gave up on trying to see. I couldn’t move my arms or legs.
The guilt was still there though. I when I said good bye to that boy. I shouldn’t have pretended to be stronger than I was, I should have told him the truth then. It was too late now. I felt the warm tears build up in the corner of my eyes and run down the side of my face. I’d give anything to see that boy again, to see his smile. I want to see him, one last time.
My room was dreadfully quiet, with the exception of the machine keeping track of my heart rate. I tried to focus on that. Counting how many more beats I had lived.
My father’s voice no longer reached me, no matter how hard he tried to speak with me and comfort me now. I knew what he had done in his rage. I thought about the boy. If this is my final moment, well then, I’m begging anybody to let me go where he is.
I opened my eyes to see my father gently looking down at me, the tears welled in his eyes as he let go of my hand. In its place was a paper plane. I closed my eyes and smiled.
That final paper plane, even though I couldn’t read it, I knew exactly what it said. The image of the boy behind the fence slowly came to my mind. I was in that grassy field again, looking upon that rusty chain link fence, gazing at the boy smiling so softly behind it.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” He said, as the fence slowly vanished from my sight, the final barrier between us gone. “You know where.”
My eyes widened, and my smile came back as I ran towards him. In the background I could hear the final sounds of the Heart Monitor's beeping. But I didn’t care as I embraced the boy, my friend. I cried as the sun finally showed its self on me.
The machine made one long, final beep, and my world turned to black.
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Link to In the Weeds Filled with Darkness.
Author: Me~
Character: America, with a mention of 5 others, but not by name.
Rating: PG, dark-ish themes
Summary: A flower without sunshine is doomed to die. My sunshine was ripped away from me.
-Based off the song "Paper Plane" by Rin Kagamine.
A Flower Without Sunshine
I was standing in a rather grassy field, staring at the chain link fence in front of me. I wasn’t supposed to be here, the fence told me that I wasn’t. I stared beyond it and looked at that miserable place. No grass, just dirt and mud. The people being kept within the fence all miserable. I coughed and continued to stare, before lying down in the soft grass and staring up at the blue sky. It seemed oddly calm, considering what was going on in the outside world.
It was another war, The Third Great War. Considering how many years had passed since the first two and how far we humans have come as far as technology advancements, we still couldn’t seem to get along. I sighed, looking at the puffy white clouds. I had learned about the first two World Wars in my history classes, back when I was in school. About the terrible things humans did to other humans. It was horrifying, but what was even more horrifying was the fact that even 200 years after the second war we are still doing the same thing. Not me, per say, no. I’m just a child. I’m only 15, I’m not allowed to fight. Even if I was old enough, I wouldn’t be allowed to join anyways.
For you see, I was born with an illness with no name.
I rolled over on my side and noticed a crumpled paper. It was interesting to see, considering that it wasn’t there before. I sat up and opened it, trying to smooth out the wrinkles. It didn’t say much, just some funny looking letters. I read them over and over trying to figure out the language. Eventually, I realized what language it was in and what it said. Even after I figured it out it still didn’t say much, a simple greeting.
I heard something hit the chain link fence in front of me. Startled I looked up and saw a boy, no older than I, looking at me curiously. I looked at him for a while then down at the paper, then back at him. I grinned and pulled out my pen and scribbled a quick “Hello” before folding the paper into a paper airplane, and throwing it over the fence. I was glad it wasn’t windy out today, wind would make all the difference with paper airplanes, you know.
I watched as the plane crash landed on the other side of the fence and the boy picked it up and read. He smiled at me before running away with the paper. I frowned. that was rude, I just said hello and the kid ran off with the paper! I laid back down in the grass, letting that boy go. I closed my eyes and began to wonder what life would be like if I wasn’t sick since birth.
I must have fallen asleep, 'cause the next thing I knew was I felt something hit me in the face and the sound of that chain link fence again. I sat up annoyed, as the paper plane rolled down my chest. I looked at the fence. There was the boy again. I opened up the letter and read it. It was in really bad English to say the least, an apology for writing in his language. I looked up at him confused. I scribbled down my reply back, that it was okay that he wrote in his language.
I looked down at my watch and took notice of the time. Half past 3. Damn. I had an appointment in an hour, and I was supposed to meet with my father beforehand. I continued my letter response telling the boy to meet me here tomorrow so we could continue talking. I refolded the plane and tossed it over.
Again I watched it land and again I saw the boy pick it up and read it. He nodded and smiled before running away. I left the grassy field, to return tomorrow.
My appointment had gone relatively well, depending on what your definition of ‘well’ was. The fact that I still had time to live meant something to me. But, the fact that I now had to move into the hospital meant another. My father helped me get ready. I was grateful that my dad had gotten me a room with a view of the outside; if I was stuck in a room with no window, I would die of claustrophobia before my illness had a chance.
--
It was wrong, and I knew it was. Every day I would leave the hospital to go meet up with the boy on the other side of the chain link fence. He was such a nice boy. I felt terrible that he was locked on the other side.
We wrote letters everyday and told each other everything. Well, almost everything. To him I was healthy.
He told me that he hadn’t seen his sisters in months, and he dearly missed them. I felt bad. I had my brother to come see me every day in the hospital. I told him that only had my father and brother, but I chose not to say more about my dad. I was ashamed of what he did as a job.
This continued every day. Well, almost every day. When it rained I couldn’t leave, the nurses would notice a boy coming back soaking wet from the rain. I hated those days. I couldn’t read more about where he was from, or find out more about his life before that life on the other side of the fence. I didn’t want to admit it, but I had grown attached to the boy, though we hadn’t exchanged names at all. It was more embarrassing than anything else.
Then that day came. My dad had come to visit me after work, earlier than normal. He asked me what I was reading while I tried to hide my letter. I told him it was nothing. He told me to hand the paper over, teasing me about the nurses in the building being nice and writing me letters. I continued to try and hide the letter from him, but he overpowered me and grabbed it.
I watched as his face slowly fell as he read the letter from the boy across the fence.
He shouted at me that I wasn’t allowed to speak with those who were less than human, calling him worthless. I shouted back. He wasn’t worthless, and if he just gave the people trapped within that fence a chance, he’d find out that they are just as human as we were.
He crumpled the letter and forbade me from leaving the hospital to go see him again. I didn’t understand it at all, that boy’s life was just as meaningful as mine, if not more so! I wouldn’t amount to anything in life. I was weak and ill. If that boy was given a chance to try, than he was sure to go into space like he wanted. I hated this.
I stared out the window. I wanted to tell my father that those letters made me feel normal, that they shed a bit more light on my life.
--
The days continued to pass, more and more tubes entered my body, to the point where I was barely able to walk anymore. Sounds became harder and harder to hear. It was then that I decided that I couldn’t bear to let that boy wait anymore for me at the fence. I tried my best to grip the pen on the nightstand beside my bed and I scrawled down my final letter to him. I folded it into another paper plane, before finally removing my IV and slipping on my shoes to leave the hospital one last time.
I couldn’t bring myself to write down the truth in my letter, I told him that I was just going away for a really long time. That I didn’t know if I was going to return.
I arrived at the grassy field and the now rusting chain link fence. My arms and legs shook shook more when I noticed him. The day seemed to have gotten brighter when I saw him. I saw the way his eyes lit up when he saw me. His child-like smile, just made me so happy my heart could burst on the spot. At the same time, that smile was going to be the hardest thing to leave when I walked away. He threw his plane over the fence, a simple “I miss you. Where’d you go?” I smiled sadly, I was glad I wasn’t close enough to the fence for him to notice it. I opened my plane and added a bit more, before refolding it and tossing it over the fence. I took a step back as he began to read the letter. By the time he was finished I had my back turned and I was starting to head back.
“I’ll be waiting for you! Until you come back! And I’ll keep the letters, and I’ll treasure them! Then I’ll be able to see you again, right?!” I heard his voice cry out. It was the first time I had ever heard his voice. His sweet voice, it rivaled my brother’s innocent one.
I kept my back turned to him, I couldn’t let him see my tears. I wanted to be stronger than this, but all it did was make the tears fall harder. I left the boy standing there at the fence.
My father was waiting for me at the hospital when I arrived. His face was clearly enraged that I even left.
I don’t remember much after that. My vision blurred, my muscles gave out as I gasped for air. My thin fingers grabbing out for the door frame to hold me up as the world around me spun. I heard my dad call out my name, and then for the doctors. I felt hands, lots of hands grabbing my body and putting me on the stretcher. I was rushed out.
I knew what was going to happen now, to both me and that boy. I angered my father for the last time, and I knew it. The guilt ate away at me, clawing at my stomach.
I stabilized. I spent the next few weeks staring at the ceiling of my dreadful hospital bedroom. No matter how much sunlight was cast in the room, it was always dark to me. I gave up on trying to see. I couldn’t move my arms or legs.
The guilt was still there though. I when I said good bye to that boy. I shouldn’t have pretended to be stronger than I was, I should have told him the truth then. It was too late now. I felt the warm tears build up in the corner of my eyes and run down the side of my face. I’d give anything to see that boy again, to see his smile. I want to see him, one last time.
My room was dreadfully quiet, with the exception of the machine keeping track of my heart rate. I tried to focus on that. Counting how many more beats I had lived.
My father’s voice no longer reached me, no matter how hard he tried to speak with me and comfort me now. I knew what he had done in his rage. I thought about the boy. If this is my final moment, well then, I’m begging anybody to let me go where he is.
I opened my eyes to see my father gently looking down at me, the tears welled in his eyes as he let go of my hand. In its place was a paper plane. I closed my eyes and smiled.
That final paper plane, even though I couldn’t read it, I knew exactly what it said. The image of the boy behind the fence slowly came to my mind. I was in that grassy field again, looking upon that rusty chain link fence, gazing at the boy smiling so softly behind it.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” He said, as the fence slowly vanished from my sight, the final barrier between us gone. “You know where.”
My eyes widened, and my smile came back as I ran towards him. In the background I could hear the final sounds of the Heart Monitor's beeping. But I didn’t care as I embraced the boy, my friend. I cried as the sun finally showed its self on me.
The machine made one long, final beep, and my world turned to black.
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Link to In the Weeds Filled with Darkness.