“Hand it over, now!” is being yelled at me as I’m backed into a wall. Three officers surrounded me, and each yell something to me. Me ears are ringing as I tighten my arms to my chest. The thing that I’m holding is a plant. It’s one of the last plants in our society. I’ve keep this plant for so long and was trying to plant it, but I got caught. “Give us the plant now!” I shake my head no, and tears start to pour out my eyes. The officers all look at each other, then stare me down. “I’ll give you to the count of three.” I shake my head and look down. “One.” “No.” “Two.” “No!” “Three.” “NO!” Two of the officers slam my body into the wall, as one grabs the plant between my hands. I cry out but I know nothing is going to stop them. The officer throws the plant on the floor, as I’m crying and begging them to stop. “Kill her.” “NO, I’M SORRY PLEASE.” The main officer walks away leaving me and the other two. “I’m sorry please.” I’m out of breath, and hang my head low. “Please” Bang! My body collapses on the floor, and the plant and my hand touch. The officers walk away, and leaves me and my plant behind.
Roots and the vines of the plant wrap and grow on my body.
My body is covered with flowers, vines, and branches for everyone to see. I’m the plant and it is me.
Sight: My vision is blurry, as I see sea animals swim past my body. As I keep sinking down, the sunlight starts disappearing and I start to see nothing.
Hear: My ears are bubbling and I can hear the ocean water swishing around my body. Animals keep getting closer and I can hear the bubbles popping from their mouths.
Touch: I can feel the animals smooth skin as they pass between my hands. The water is pulling my body down, and grass and dirt start to cover my legs.
Taste: My mouth is filled with the salty water, and it’s flowing through my body. I can taste dirt and sand as I slowly open and close my mouth. My tongue knows this taste is wrong, and tells me to throw up but I don’t listen and continue to swallow the water.
Smell: I can’t smell a lot, when my body hit the water, it immediately rushed in my nose. Seaweed, sand, and salt are the only things that faintly come around.
I’m running and running, my breath is shaking by the second. I have to stay alive. I don’t know what it is, but it’s chasing me, and I know it wants to kill me. I run past trees, cars, everything. I can’t stop running. I’m going to die. I know it’s getting closer, I can hear its footsteps getting louder. Tears are running down my face as I push myself to keep going. It’s going to get me. I keep telling myself, “RUN YOU MUST RUN”. I get hit by branches and things fly past my face, but I don’t care, I can’t stop. “RUN YOU NEED TO RUN” … I have to stay alive.
I’m leaving. Not a person, or place. Well maybe a place, I’m leaving this world. I’m going to die and come back as a new person. A new soul.
As I stand on the roof of this building, I think about my past memories. The things I’ve done and said. The people that came in and out my life. I think about everything before I will step off. I want to cry but I know I should be happy. This world doesn’t need me, and I don’t need it. I smile and let out a small chuckle as I lift one foot up. “Goodbye world” I say. Maybe not goodbye, as I will come back as a better soul. But simply see you later.
