Brave New World-Personal Narrative

A blinding burst of light fills the room, shadows swirling around it as a figure begins to form in the centre of the glowing orb. A young woman now stands where the light once was. Her jet black hair, almost unnoticeable as the shadows form a cloak around her body. All that can be seen through her cloak of shadows is her pale white skin and sparkling crimson eye.

A few metres away lay a young boy. Her crimson eyes meet his ghostly white ones for a brief moment before the room is filled with cheers of joy, laughter and dancing. As the boy danced around the woman, she flung her arm out to catch his before lifting him up off the ground.

As she held the young lad, her eyes scanned over his wine coloured skin and frosty hair before meeting his strongly coloured eyes. After a moment of silence, she spoke.
“You summoned me?” her voice
Leaves crunched and twigs snapped under my feet as I ran like my life depended on it and in a way, it did. Over these few months I had gotten to know Albi so well, if something were to happen to him, I would never forgive myself.

As I ran I seemed to be feeling as though my body was getting lighter. Confused I looked down and noticed that my skin had become slightly opaque. The sudden realisation of what was happening hit me like a ton of bricks. I looked up from where I was and saw an image that would be burned into my mind forever.
Albi, the small boy I had grown to love, my son, had a noose around his neck.
I ran as fast as my disappearing legs could, to stop him, to hold him, tell him everything would be okay.

As I ran I screamed for him to stop but he wouldn’t listen he just looked up at me with a sad smile and a face full of tears. By now my vision had started to go blurry and I was only a few meters away but it was too late.
My vision had gone black and his last words still ring through my head.
“I love you, Mama.”
I loved you, my