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Rise and Fall

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Her first birthday overflowed with candy and smiles; happy faces and "sweet teeth". Four years of life brought something new and cold. Ice cream shaped as a cake delighted this new four year old. Little did she know this chilled delight foreshadowed the cold that would enter her soul. By her fifth year of life her family participation grew. Her day of birth still meant sweets and smiles; gifts and grandeur. Years do seem to fly as a child grows older. Her tenth birthday came quickly, but her body ran far ahead. Still happiness filled her day of birth and mirth filled the air. Accompanying them were slumber parties and house games; all of them illusions of elation before her fall from merriment.

Thirteen years has she now lived and now snow defined "obsession". Falling down hills of natural, white powder helped mask the sadness in her soul. Her laughter as she ran to and fro covered the blackness that had grown. No one knew this adolescent drowned in a river of melted snow; an ocean of denial and sadness all her own. Only a year passed, and her fourteenth birthday came about, but now even her cold, white sanctuary no longer filled her gap. It only acted as a reminder for truly happy times and a painful place for her mind to wander throughout.  Her fifteenth year has come, now she and it are getting old. Every year, in every month of January, on its eighth day, she celebrated life as she slowly died. Despite this she laughed on the outside, and continued her torture on the inside. Still few know of her pain, her shame, and her sorrow.

Sweet 16, or so it is called, and a little has changed. She found the Light inside that gave her a reason to smile again. Only seldom did she undergo the torture of her mentally made sword, but no longer did she live the lie that tore apart her soul. When she reached the age of 17 life had gotten better. Even though her birthday was spent with just family she no longer felt cold. She could laugh with genuine happiness, and true warmth came with it.

Ah, 18, would you fancy that? An adult has emerged from years of growing, yet her body already knew that. By now she grew tired of birthdays and tired of all the well wishes. This birthday called out for the gift of a being in the form of a friend. Still she celebrated this birthday because it was expected, and as she expected it stood as the least delightful birthday of all. Two old men and two young ladies surrounded her on this day. All of them tied by blood and love, but still unrelated in some way. She wished her proper partisan of bygone days could accompany her on this day, or he who was often known as "Korea John" could have found his way. And to add to this day of birth, this celebration of adulthood, she never had experienced a moment until now when she felt most like a child. While sitting in a room full of people with more people running across a silver screen, on this day, her 18th birthday, she could not have felt more alone.
'Tis my entry for the Memoirs contest. This is sort of fiction, with bits of truth weaved in. Mostly focusing on my emotional state as time as has passed. Just so you know THIS IS NOT A POEM. Yes, some places do rhyme, but that's just how it came to me. I would call this a short narrative.

Anyways, enoy! *hopes to win* I really want my premium membership back. :dalove:
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