To whoever is reading this,
This story might seem like a fable and it’s sad to say that I cannot assure you of its certainty. Maybe I’m just crazy and instead of writing this, I should go see a psychologist or get admitted into an asylum- but I need to tell someone. I need to make sure someone who is not me knows this story, and if you’re reading this, you’re the unlucky one.
I’ll start by saying that I love to ski, especially at night. Though I haven’t gone skiing in over a year, I still miss it. I miss the adrenaline rush that came with going down the trail. I miss the wind howling in my ears. I miss the snow, the cold air numbing my skin, and most of all, I miss the beautiful view.
My mother used to nag about how skiing at night is dangerous, for evil things happen when the sky is dark and the world is asleep. I thought she was a bit superstitious so I made sure to keep my nightly visits to the trail a secret from her and my father. What can I say? From the trail, I could see the millions of stars in the night sky and I could bury my head in the silence and be left alone to my thoughts. It became my favorite thing to do in my favorite place on earth, until the day I bumped into Mel.
I knew Mel from school- a short girl with hair so long, it flowed past her shoulders and eyes that were a light shade of brown. She was the only daughter of a doctor who moved in from outside the town and we were not friends.
Now that I think about it, Mel never had friends at the time. She preferred to remain on her own. Some people thought she was weird, with the way she watched everyone- a smile never crossing her lips. I never wondered why she was like that since I did not know her.
I did not truly know Mel until that night on the trail.
We stood from the snow at the same time, both taking off our helmets and goggles. While I was surprised to see her skiing as late as I did, her bruised face showed no fondness, only anger.
Why was Mel’s face bruised? You may ask. I would not have been able to answer that question if I did not witness it. I remember that day so clearly. I remember the images in the comic book I was reading. I remember the girls picking on Mel on the other side of the class. I remember glancing at them for a brief moment, seeing the look in her eyes, and looking away quickly.
“It’s almost time for class. The teacher will be here soon”, I thought.
“Mother says not to get into trouble for fights that are not mine”, I thought
“We are not friends”, I thought.
Perhaps God was trying to punish me for having those thoughts. Perhaps he wanted to teach me a lesson, but it’s over a year and I am still burdened by it- so I wonder if I was the one who put myself in this hell.
“I’m sorry”, I said to her, though I wasn’t sure what I was apologizing for turning a blind eye to the clear bullying she received in the class that day? or bumping into her by mistake that night on the trail. She scoffed as she grabbed her poles from the floor and hurriedly walked past me, her movements- shaky in the snow. I watched as she left the trail.
Sometimes, I wonder if I would have ever looked at that big class of over fifty students and really seen Mel. Would I have even paid her any attention, if we didn’t meet that night?
By the time I got back home, I had forgotten all about her. I snuck into my room through the window and prayed my parents didn’t notice I was gone. When I was done with my homework, I went to the living room to play games with my brother. Then at night, I was brushing my teeth before bed when it happened.
I saw Mel’s reflection in the mirror.
At first, it came as such a surprise that I screamed, alerting my mother who asked if I was okay. I didn’t know what to tell her, that I could see my classmate staring back at me in the mirror? With tears streaming down her cheek and scars that were even more glaring under the bathroom light on her face? That the bathroom she was in wasn’t mine? And that when she moved, I could see where she moved to?
I couldn’t sleep on time from the shock of what I had seen and so it continued to happen, at random times while I was awake. By the time I was tired enough to sleep, I had concluded that I could see through Mel’s eyes.
At school, the next day when I saw her in class, I stood in front of her seat like an idiot- waiting for her to give me a sign that she knew, that something changed for her the previous night after we met on the trail. She looked up at me and frowned slightly, then stood and walked out angrily.
So I made a list of things I learned.
- I couldn’t see through Mel’s eyes when we were in the same room, or proximity, like in class or the school’s cafeteria
- Seeing what she saw only lasted for about 15 seconds. I timed it multiple times to be sure. Due to the randomness of the whole thing, I couldn’t say for sure when it would happen- but I would lose my sight while I had hers and this was rather inconvenient.
- Mel did nothing besides go to class and go back home. She didn’t ski during the day and she never showed up at the trail at night again.
- Mel had more scars on other parts of her body than she had on her face.
- If I didn’t want to see anymore, all I had to do was close my eyes. This helped during times when I would suddenly gain her sight while she was in the bathroom.
- Mel didn’t sleep a lot. At night she would lock her door and push a chair behind it like she was protecting himself from something.
I started to intervene when I noticed Mel was about to get bullied. This didn’t entirely stop it though as I couldn’t be there at all times. I would see the palms from the corner of her eyes right before they met her cheek. I would see fists meet with her face and the view of the floor when blood dropped from her nose. I would see her crying and desperately tending to the scars at night and I would cry, because I couldn’t be with her all the time- and I couldn’t protect her all the time.
That was what I found myself wanting to do- protect Mel. I wish I could have told her, that I could see her pain. Was it pity that suddenly made me want to get closer to her? Perhaps. So one day in class, I took the seat next to hers – since no one was sitting there. Though I could feel the stares of the entire class on my back, I was more intrigued by the frown on her face. I wondered if she gave that to everyone or if she really was that irritated by me.
“So why don’t you come to the trail at night anymore?”, I whispered when the teacher had her back facing us.
Mel took a while to answer but eventually, she said, “because people annoy me”
I knew she was firing a jab at me, but I didn’t mind. Over time, I began to realize I didn’t mind a lot of things when it came to Mel, no matter how irritated she seemed by it. I thought she would get used to having me around- and she did. She got so used to me that we began to share our favorite place in the world.
At night, the trail was cold, but Mel’s hands were warm, the silence was captivating but not as much as her laughter and the night sky was beautiful but not as beautiful as she was.
“Why don’t you ever fight back?”, I asked her once as she struggled to pull off her ski boots after a night on the trail.
She turned to me, “because that would get me into trouble as well”, she said, “and then my father will be invited to the school”
“But isn’t that a good thing?”, I asked, “he could talk to someone”
She looked away, “its not”
“But…”
“Stop thinking about it. I’m fine”, she said, “its getting late. Lets go home”
So we walked, hand in hand. I thought that just by staying by her side and holding her hand, I would be able to show her that she wasn’t alone. We may have been two foolish kids in a big, scary world but I needed her to know that I would be there for her as long as she wanted me to be.
The night I saw Mel’s father for the first time, it was through her eyes while she lay in bed. He was a busy man who worked a lot of shifts at the hospital and he smiled a lot. It wasn’t one of those smiles that made you feel safe or warm around the person, it was the type that made chills run down your spine. When I saw him up close, I remember thinking there was no resemblance between them. He ran his fingers up and down her thigh, that same disgusting smile on his face as he slipped his hand under her shirt.
15 seconds could not pass by any slower and I was in my room again. My heart beat frantically and I was sweating in fear, but it wasn’t my fear- it was Mel’s.
The next day in school, Mel didn’t come until the class had started and so I found it hard to talk to her with the teacher’s attention on us. She looked outside the window with longing in her eyes and I was scared. I was scared because i didn’t know what to say, even if the class ended and i got the chance to talk to her. I didn’t know how I would tell her that I saw, so I took her hand, as I always did- to remind her that I was here, even when she thought she was lost.
You never know what’s going on in a person’s life or why they are the way that they are unless you see the things they see and feel the things they feel- so understand that everyone has their struggles, some even darker than others. It is a lesson I will carry with me for as long as I live, all because I saw through Mel’s eyes.
From the corner of my eye in the classroom, I noticed her glancing between my face and our hands before releasing hers to raise it instead. She asked to be excused to use the restroom. As she walked out, not once did she bother to look at me. Thinking about it now, I wonder what went on in her head then, if I even crossed her mind, if she thought I was as important to her as she was to me or if she was just ashamed to look at me.
15.
Mel’s gaze was on the sky, a flock of birds passed by.
14, 13, 12
Mel walked past a classroom, she waved politely at a teacher who noticed her.
11, 10, 9, 8
Mel made her way towards the back of the school block. I frowned slightly, had she not said she was going to the restroom? Perhaps she wanted to be alone. She glanced behind her. From a little balcony, she had a good view of the football field.
7, 6, 5
Mel looked up to the sky again, her gaze lingering on a dark puffy cloud passing by.
4, 3, 2
She climbed the balcony. Her balance was wobbly.
1.
I stood immediately and ran out of the classroom, ignoring the stares from my classmates and calls from my teacher. The flock of birds was no longer in the sky. It was darkening. It would rain soon. I headed straight for the back of the block, for the little balcony with a view of the football field and my breath was caught in my throat when i couldn’t find her there.
My heart beat anxiously as I climbed to look below the balcony. At first, I thought it was a dream, that my eyes were deceiving me until a loud scream pierced my ears. Realizing that the scream was mine, I fell back to the ground and crawled away from the balcony. My mind refused to believe it but my entire body was shaking.
People gathered and spoke in hushed whispers. I could have been one of them too if I did not know her the way that I did. They say before you die, your entire life flashes before your eyes. I hope that’s not true, for Mel’s sake. I hope she never saw the things I saw through her eyes again as she jumped to her death.