In response to: This Is Your Life

This Is Your Life

If you could read a book containing all that has happened and will ever happen in your life, would you? If you choose to read it, you must read it cover to cover. 

A young girl was walking along the streets of Amsterdam. She saw people lining up to go into a building familiar to her. She got curious and wanted to go in. While the guard was busy checking out the people lining up, she got the chance to tuck in her self into the people and was able to go inside the familiar building.

Upon entering the walls, the paint color, the smell, the ceiling… it looks all familiar to her. Then, the guide opened a secret passage behind a bookshelf going up. Memories start to flick on her memory. It felt like as if she have climbed up and down the stairs her whole life wanting, waiting to come out from darkness. One by one, people were climbing up until they have reached the attic. There, on one side of the wall, she saw the pictures of the people who once lived there. And as the guide pointed on a young girl’s picture, her knees wobbled uncontrollably. She felt all of her body was shaking and at the back of her head she heard herself saying, “RUN!”

She did not care anymore who would she bump. She  only cares of going out of the building. As she reached out of it, she breathe deep, deep, deeply with teary eyes and holding her knees. She asked herself, ” What’s happening?”

She walked along the sidewalk like a drunkard, hearing so many voices in her head, cries, screams and begs. She doesn’t know where to go or where to run until she saw on a window glass of a bookshop, a book with her face on it.

She went inside the shop, grabbed a copy, and read it cover to cover.

Sunday, June 14, 1942………’

Tuesday, October 20, 1942…..’

Sunday, October 17, 1943….’

Monday, April 3, 1943…’

Friday, May 19, 1944…’

Tuesday, August 1, 1944……

……I twist my heart round again, so that the bad is on the outside and the good is on the inside and keep on trying to find a way of becoming what I would so like to be, and what could I be if… there weren’t any other people living in the world.

Yours, Anne

She pondered on the last sentence of the last entry written on the journal. Memories have finally came back. The book slipped from her hands.

The owner of the bookstore was surprised when the book fell on the floor. She picked up the book and wondered how it have fallen out of the shelf if there’s nobody standing near it.

Anne was still standing there. Tears gushed from her eyes. Looking at nowhere. She finally said to herself, “I shouldn’t have read it.”

I own one with this exact cover.

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