A Young Boy’s Confessions

A Young Boy’s Confessions

I am twelve years old, and I am going to die. It’s been about an hour ago since I knew that now. Tears flow freely down my cheeks, yet I cannot tell if I am crying. The colour of the sun has suddenly changed to blue and my mind can no longer tell reality from illusion, because until only shortly, I had imagined growing old and having kids. All that was never going to happen. I had a hole in my heart.

I had just returned from school. Heavens knows I wasn’t eavesdropping, but the shouting was just getting too much and I needed to know what the matter was this time between Papa and Mother.

‘Our son has a heart condition and you don’t even care’ Mother had burst out.

‘Now he’s our son. You’ve always been the one making decisions about his life!’ Papa screamed.

‘How dare you talk so selfishly? How many times have you been there for him? I went with him to his first game, I have gone to every single parent’s open day he has had at school…I was there when the doctor told me he was…he was going to die’ Mother’s tone had become soft, and she seemed to be sobbing. ‘Where were you?, Where were you?’ and then mother cursed. I hadn’t heard her curse before.

I knew I should have summoned the courage to open the door and enter the room at that moment but somehow my hands had frozen, so had my mind. I was their only child.

Papa seemed to calm down a little, but was still aggressive ‘All I did, all I still do, is for you, is for him. ’

Mother was really sobbing now ‘His bouts have been getting more serious nowadays. I was at the doctor’s today and he told me Jake’s condition was getting worse and the drugs were no longer able to help him.’

Now a lot of things became clear to me, like someone had just wiped my hazy vision; I came to understand why as a kid I took so much medicines that other kids my age never took. Mother said it was to keep me healthy. Yet, I fell sick more than other kids, and mum had restricted me from sporting activities.

‘…he said Jake’s not gonna live past his thirteenth birthday at most,’ I had heard her say then. My mind went numb, my senses refused to function.My shirt was soaked, whether with sweat or tears, I didn’t know. I was going to be thirteen in six months.

And while I stand here crying, I recall the events of that day at school. Jessica, my very good friend had just been ditched by her boyfriend and had cried throughout the day at school, saying her heart had been broken and she just wanted to die. I, on the other hand, had a hole in my heart, and I had no choice. I was going to die.


2 thoughts on “A Young Boy’s Confessions” by adebayo caleb (@lordkel)

  1. Aww…..poor kid. That was not a good way to find out he was going to die. Nice story. I liked the contruction of the last sentence. Kudos

  2. ‘I am twelve…and I am going to die.’ Sure way to draw attention. Cracking and curiosity-inducing. And I feel that first line has enough staying power to last the whole story. Kudos.

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