Jake - Original Essay
I pushed off onto the ice; whoosh! I felt alive. I looked around at
children laughing and falling, young lovers skating round and round,
hand in hand. I turned to see Jake gliding toward me, a look of boyish
glee on his face. I smiled and took his out-stretched, gloved hand in
We lapped the frozen lake together in synchrony, talking, laughing and
generally showing off, when Jake decided to show me, and everyone else
on the opaque ice, what he was made of. He sped off, jumping and
twisting like half of Torville and Dean, receiving many admiring
glances as he landed, sure-footed, back on the ice.
"Bet you can't beat that!" he laughed across to me, his heavy breathe
coming out cloudy in front of him. I couldn't ignore a challenge like
that. I flew across the ice as though I had sprouted wings, oblivious
to the cheers and shouts around me. I jumped, twisted, pirouetted and
twirled elegantly, breathing in the sweet, pine-scented air. Torville
was always the better half of the skating partnership. I skated back
toward Jake, a triumphant smile flitting across my face.
All at once the ice gave way beneath me; I didn't even have time to
scream before a chasm opened up, swallowed me whole and the freezing
water surrounded me. A memory flashed; this had happened before. I was
only six then but the same fear I had then burned through my mind and
numbed my body. I pushed upward, but my sodden clothes pulled me
under; down, down. I tried to kick the heavy boots off my numb feet
and pushed one last time.
My outstretched fingers hit solid ice. I clawed and desperately
clutched at the ice trying to find the...
out of my stomach. Mum crying again and angry at me for so selfishly
wanting to waste my life in this way. Not that I cared then, but that
was then and this is now.
Waking up in the hospital once again, I felt the weight of depression
that had pulled me down, like my clothes and boots under the ice, had
lifted from me. I knew nothing would ever replace Jake and that my
life would never truly be whole without him in it but somehow, some
way after two close encounters with death I had seen a light and
realised that life was a precious gift not to be wasted.
It was different leaving the hospital with mum this time, knowing I
was going home to start afresh. This time, instead of calling Jake, I
went to say goodbye carefully putting all the things he had given to
me in the box before sliding it under my bed.
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