Flying Free

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
Nancy is dying from cancer. With her days numbered, she watches as bird flies in the afternoon sky and wishes with all her heart that she could be free like the bird.

Submitted: August 23, 2016

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Flying Free

 

Nancy lies on her hospital bed, her hands shaking and breathing uneven. Her family had just left for the day and she was tired. It was only half five in the afternoon, but tiredness didn’t know time. It struck when it wanted to. She rolled her head to the side, her green eyes going to the late summer sun as it makes its way across the sky. The sky was a deep blue with only few white clouds. It would be a perfect day to go to the park and have a picnic. What she wouldn’t give to have one last picnic with her family. They all knew she wouldn’t have long left, they gave her six months to live seven months ago. Every day she is getting weaker, her nights are getting longer and her days shorter. She is spending more time sleeping, almost fourteen hours a day, and when she does wake up, she is ready for sleep again an hour later.

Right now, tiredness has taken over her body, but she is unable to sleep. With such a beautiful day outside she can’t help but feel like she is missing out on so much. Her sister is due soon with her first child, Nancy’s first niece and she can’t wait. But as she lies here, she can’t help but think how much she has missed. And how much she will be missed when she is gone. She isn’t ready to die. She is sixteen, she should be studying for her GCSEs, thinking about what college she wants to go to in September. She should be out with her friends, staying up late, going to house parties. She should be being a teenager. Not stuck in hospital waiting for the moment she takes her last breath.

As all this swirls around in her mind, her eyes caught sight of a small bird. From her hospital room, she had a perfect view of the gardens below, she loved going over to the window when she has the strength to look out. But today she didn’t, so she had to make do with the sky and the bird. She watched it as it flies across the sky, just a black dot surrounded by a sea of blue. As she watched she couldn’t help but think how free the bird must feel, and how much she wished she was could feel the wind on her face, feel like she wasn’t a bourdon to everyone around her. For the past three months, she has been stuck in this very room, being prodded with needles, painkillers, having samples taken and having chemo until she gave up with it a month ago.

She watched with envy, her whole body wishing she could escape, what she wouldn’t give to be one with the wind and sky. With a smile on her face, she closed her eyes and imagined she was on the birds back, flying high and free. She felt the wind across her face, her hair- which she lost months ago- was back and flowing behind her. She wasn’t ill when she was with the bird, she was free. She couldn’t feel the pain of the cancer or chemo, she wasn’t stuck in the room with other sick people, all waiting for their last breath.

She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of flying, how free and wild she felt. How healthy she was and how much fun she was having.

Before she knew it, she was no longer on the birds back, but she was the bird. With a few powerful flaps of her wings, she was going faster than she thought possible. She was laughing and crying at the same time. In her fantasy, she saw the sun reflecting off the sea below her. She saw her family, all of them having fun on the beach. Her sister, Katrine, calling her name as she circled around them. Katrine had had her baby, a little girl named Courtney. Courtney was on the sand next to her childhood dog, Bambi, the baby was building sandcastles as Bambi knocked them down. By the massive smile on her face and the happy laughter, Nancy knew her niece was enjoying it just as much as the dog. Her mom and dad were there too. Her dad was making something on the barbeque while her mom sunbathed with a magazine in her hands.

As the Nancy in her fantasy swarmed high and free, the real one was on her bed, her breathing becomes less and less, her heart beginning to give up. The fantasy Nancy let out a tweet while the real one left out her last breath. Within seconds, Nancy’s heart stops beating and the machines went crazy. And as the doctors and nurses come rushing in to save the dead teen, Nancy was still flying free and happy, watching over her family as they enjoyed the late summer sun.



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