Wishes are not to be simply thought upon on. One should think about all aspects, possibilities and consequences that come from a wish. Especially if they’re to come true.
This is a tale of a young man, who made a wish that might have just as well ended his life. Now, I will tell you the tale of Jamie.
It started on a stormy night; he was home alone while his family was in a nice, sunny weather down in Florida. Jamie had decided to stay home with the excuse that he did not like traveling in any way. He was perfectly fine with the fact that his best friends were next door neighbors so he wouldn’t be bored. He wanted to be alone tonight however. Something had been on his mind for a while now.
All of a sudden, Jamie heard a loud rapping on the front door. He ran down to open it, worried for the visitor since the weather was so bad outside. He opened the door to find the weather clear, the moonlight shining brightly. He looked out the window. The shades were down. Damn it, Jamie thought.
The visitor appeared, and Jamie jumped back in surprise. Before his eyes stood a golden haired, gray eyed woman with strangely glowing white wings spread from her shoulder blade. Jamie blinked a few times, doubting what he saw was real.
“I’ve come to give you grave news,” The angel spoke softly, an expression most acceptable for an occasion where grave news might be told as she said.
“Your family will soon die in the next 3 days; you have one wish to stop this from happening.” The Angel informed. Jamie didn’t know what he said, so he repeated a line he heard from a movie.
“Tell me all you know,” Jamie blurted. The Angel seemed to ignore this and walked into the house.
“You have darkness within you; you must stay away from your loved ones. I advise you to. One wish is all you have.”
“I have three days, right? Give me two, and come back. Can you do that?” Jamie asked. He needed time to sort this out. Thoughts racing, he slowly looked up to the Angel. She smiled, and nodded. Then a shimmering glow filled the room from her presence and so did her voice as it gently said, “To call me, pray and say ‘God be with me’, and I will come to your aid.” As the light dimmed and faded so had the Angel and the room stayed silent. The weather also resumed to its natural state. Jamie let out the breath he never knew he held and collapsed into the ground.
“Come on, Jenna. Let’s go to the beach!” Jamie grabbed her hand towards the bus stop. Laughing, Jenna stumbled a bit trying to catch up.
“Why this all of a sudden?” She asked.
“I want to show you something,” Jamie could feel the pride from the work he put into trying to make the day perfect. He started to cross the street, when…
“JAMIE!”
Jamie’s eyes woke just enough to see he was in the living room again, but he couldn’t keep them open, and his eyelids grew heavier and heavier...
“Jamie…”
“..Jamie...”
“Jamie…”
Jamie stood up. Everything was white. He couldn’t even see the floor he was standing on. It was just whiteness. An Infinite white. He looked around to see his family gathered behind him.
“Jamie, use that last wish wisely. We need you. They’re going to get us. The wish, Jamie…” Jamie’s family was talking all at once, but saying the same thing. They started to move away, and Jamie started to move toward them but he couldn’t move. As he was trying to move to go toward his family, he was jerked back. He looked back to see nothing but darkness.
He jerked to a wake, to find himself in his bed. He was utterly confused. He looked at his digital clock and started to panic. Today is the day Jamie had asked the Angel to come. He had till midnight to seek his answer.
A sudden noise swept through the house, causing Jamie to flinch. The fire alarm was beeping loudly. He smelled smoke and rushed outside to see what’s happening. He looked down the stairs to see the whole floor covered in flames.
He ran back into his room and thought about jumping out. Then he kneeled and said, “God be with me.” A glow appeared, at first small but grew showing the figure of a human being. Then the Angel appeared.
“Yes, my child. You are now protected. What will be your wish?” The Angel asked, voice smooth as the wind like a summer breeze.
What will be my wish? My wish… I want them here; I want my mom, my dad, my sister, Jenna. I want them with me, Jamie thought frantically.
“Your wish will be granted.” Jamie looked at the Angel in shock. He didn’t say that out loud, did he?
The Angel gave Jamie one last look, and vanished. In her place was Jamie’s sister, mother, father and once-dead girlfriend, Jenna.
Jenna walked over to hug Jamie. “I love you,” she whispered, tears falling. Before Jamie could say anything back, she pushed him out the window.
He looked back in horror as he fell. Why?
As he hit the ground, he heard the house explode. Something shot through his heart. No, no, no, no, no, no! Jamie thought.
He looked back to see his house collapsed, yet he was unharmed. The explosion did not hurt him in the least.
He stayed down and cried. His tears soaked the Earth below him, forever dooming those who move into that ground the same fate as his.
I always thought smoking was cool. In fact, I still do. Sure, smoking can cause cancer, it caused some old lady in this poster to lose about half her fingers(I don't get how that happens anyway), and it does shit to your lungs, liver(I think?) and brain. Yeah. But, maybe the fact that it is dangerous brings me to the thought that it seems so cool. Sort of like.. bungee jumping, or joining NASA to fly to the moon. I don't know.
You all must think I'm just some stupid kid who's been influenced way too much by the media. Maybe I have. Seriously, though, do you really think those people with those addictions don't know smoking is bad for them? I bet a lot of them would love to quit.
You know what, though? I wouldn't want to quit. If I started. Which is probably around 30. By then It probably won't matter anymore because I'd somehow get myself a million dollars to give my mom, complete all my goals as a writer, a nurse in the military, a traveler with a place that I would let runaway teens stay in until they felt ready to find a real home, a waitress(I really thought it was cool when I saw them balancing about 100 plates on one hand) or an owner of a coffee/motel place. And even if I don't complete all my goals(which is highly probable), it still won't matter anymore. Because by then I must have given up all hope on life, just because I didn't complete all my goals. Which is very depressing to think.
Before I start though. I want to be able to run really, really, really fast(Maybe Olympics fast). That's why I want to delay my start in smoking(I know that means not having a single cigarette touch my lips at all until I reach 30). I'm a slow runner though, but I have time. To catch up. Right?
I dare you to try to convince me smoking is not cool.
