by Henry
On the day I was born, there were no doctors, no parents, and no hospital. Just pure silence in an empty world. I got no love, no celebration, just the sound of my breath. There was nothing to see for miles, just emptiness and the white sky and the white ground. I could walk for hours, however nothing would seem different because there is nowhere to walk to. However, I did have one thing, a pencil, specifically a coloring pencil. I was bored out of my mind, so I decided to try out the pencil. I drew a dog, this dog was the very first thing to exist other than me in this pure empty world, I named him Jimmy. Jimmy and I walked everywhere, well, at least walked to nowhere somehow. We had so much fun together until he stopped walking, breathing, and just plopped on the ground. At the time, I couldn’t understand sorrow. I didn’t know the principles of life or death, so I just assumed he was sleepy. The next day I didn’t see Jimmy. He just disappeared, I didn’t know why or how, but he did. I tried to go look for him, but he was nowhere to be found. Then I started to feel something. I didn’t know what, but it felt like a sharp pain in my chest, almost like my heart was aching, however I just moved on and for the next day I did nothing, just sat trying to understand what this feeling was. The next day I walked for a while, just curious if there is even anything in this white empty world, until I saw a cliff, so I looked down and there was a little boy who looked just like me. And also, I saw Jimmy playing with him. I wondered how is this even possible? I wanted to jump down and meet him, but there was a barrier between him and me, so I got it. It was an alternate version of me, one of the versions of me from millions across this world. So I sat down and watched me play with my old dog. The next day, I woke up to me sitting down, down the cliff, and no Jimmy to be seen. I felt the feeling again after watching me. I felt the same feeling when I lost Jimmy, so I drew a paper to life and wrote about this story, my journey and my beloved old Jimmy. It was so weird to watch myself do the same things I’ve already done. No matter where I walk, I’ll be nowhere. Yet I will be everywhere.