Romeo and Juliet
It`s funny the way although I know who I need to marry, I still
love him. He`s always on my mind and I know that I am always on his, it`s not
right though, if my father ever found out that I love him, then I am sure, he
would kill me. In a way, we are like Romeo and Juliet.
As I arrived at school this morning, a swarm of people
rushed over to me screaming “happy birthday!” down my ears, handing me huge `14`
cards. But none of their faces were the one that I was looking for. I scanned
the crowd and there he was, sitting on his on with a large balloon and gift bag
in his hands, his face lit up when he saw me, a smile from ear to ear. I excused
myself, telling everyone that I was going to put my bag in form; he followed
me, as I wanted him too.
We went into form and he handed me my girt. Inside the small
pink gift bag there was a tinny teddy bear holding a minute heart in its hands,
I laughed at his remark. That was how we met, well, we knew each other from
school but that was when it, clicked. I was in the card shop searching for a
gift for my cousin, when I found a cute teddy bear, I accidently dropped it and
he picked it up for me, our eyes met, and we fell in love. Underneath the fluffy
bear was a large bag of Lindor chocolates- my favourite. I went to give him a
hug, thanking him for the lovely gifts, but he stopped me “there`s more, look
underneath the card.” So I did, I was expecting a pair of fluffy socks or some
rose hand cream, the usual sort, but it certainly wasn't what I found.
There was an elaborate box, purple marble covered in beautiful
semi-precious stones. He took it off me before I had chance to open it, and
knelt down on one knee. “Listen, I know that it’s not legal to be married yet,
and well, you`re engaged the second 16,” he sighed and mumbled under his breath,
“thanks to your dad” but then he looked up, “but we can always . . . pretend?”
He whispered, there was something behind the question in his voice, it was
sadness. I couldn't bear the look in his eyes, he knew we couldn't be together,
but he couldn't accept it. He opened the box and inside was the most amazing
ring that I had ever seen, a beautiful shade of fuchsia surrounded by silver,
my eyes welled up and my heart pounded as I reached out for it. I put the ring
on eagerly, not caring that it was slightly too big, I nodded my head, I was lost for words so I just
nodded and nodded, knowing that I was never, ever going to marry anyone but
him.
I couldn't concentrate for the whole day; I just kept
twirling the ring around my finger, gazing at it in awe. “Jasmine, why do you
have jewellery on in my lesson?” Mrs Filslon bellowed, coming over and taking
it off me, “especially not a tacky piece of metal like this, look you already
have a green mark on your finger where it`s been.” She said with disgust. I felt
like crying, I felt like taking her wedding ring off her finger and keeping it until
the end of the lesson, I wondered what she would do.
The day went so slow, but when it was finally over I rushed
to the bus- knowing that if I was late home for my special birthday tea, then
father`s belt would probably come out. I collapsed into the seat after my
exhausting day, and then suddenly remembered to take my ring off, I didn't want
father to become suspicious and ask me questions- as I am not good at making up
stories.
When I got home Aunty Layla was there, she hurried over to
me and wrapped her thin arms around me, whispering something about how my
mother would have been so proud of me. I miss my mum, and sometime, when I am
sad, all I want to do is hug her. She was murdered, although no one knows who
by, except of course me. And my dad. My mum never did love my father, it was
their parent`s choice, the marriage, but I never thought that I would see my
own father kill my mother. I am sure that one day, he will do the same to me.
I woke up later than usual the next morning as it was a Saterday, luckily it was not too late for my father to be up, I checked the clock, half 7, i was pushing it. I tiptoed down the stairs and put the kettle on, as it was boiling i squeezed some oranges and made father's porrige, as usual. Then after I had brought that up for him I got started on the bacon, eggs, sausages and hash browns. Although my father was from India, he still enjoyed eating the things he shouldn't.
When he was satisfied I reached for my apron and cleaning resources, and got started on the house. I was glad when the house was impeccable and went to get dressed, I got a shock when the time was 2:45, where had the day gone? I put on my new head scarf off Kamill and new blue silk dress and muslin trousers off my father, these presents had obviously been planned to go together, when I went to tell my father that I was going out he said that I looked beautiful, and seeing that he was in a good mood I decided to ask him something that I had never asked him before. "Dad" I said, realising that my voice was shaking, "I was wondering, you know because I am going out today, well, when I go out, my friends usually bring money with them and, i might need some today." My eyes were closed as I waited for a reply, "well, after all I do for you, I buy you food, I buy you clothes, I let you go to school!" I was waiting for his arm to raise , ready to hit me, but he just shook his head and handed me a pound coin. "But seeing as it's your birthday, I suppose you can have some, but I hope you realise that you are a very spoilt young lady, so go on then." I thanked him and left the house, I was greatfull, although every one of my friends gets about triple this a day, it is so much better than being hit.
I used my money to get on the train, I wished I had a mobile phone so that I could phone Jay and tell him that I was coming, I didn't want to arrive at his house and for him not to be there, but I didn't and that was that. Jay's parents don't know about us either, it would be too risky if they found out and told my father about us, but I remember him saying that every saterday between 1 and 5 they visited his nan, and this week he wasn't going. If he wasn't at his house then I would just have to get about 9 buses home, because I have no money for the train home but I have my bus pass. I would usually of got the bus there however I felt like getting the train, I wanted to see him as soon as possible. When the train arrived at my stop I got off and decided to run to his house, I needed to see him. I knew his house off by heart as I go there most nights after school, when my father and his parents are still in work, but I can't be there for long as it takes a good hour and a half for me to get back home by bus, but sometimes, when I just can't leave he pays for me to get the train back so I don't have to leave as early. As I ran to his house I accidently bumped into someone running in the opposite direction. He was tall, dark hair and brown eyes, he looked familiar, "Jas! What are you doing here? Hey come back to mine!" It was Jay, I explained the story to him as we walked back, feeling very embarrassed as he asked why I was running, but I just asked back and he told me that he was doing proffessional running- and when I looked back at him I realised it was obvious as he isn't one to wear a headband on an ordinary day.
When we got to his house he got me a drink of lemonade and a raspberry and cream slice. I love going to Jay's he makes me feel like a Princess. He commented on my head scarf, saying it was lovely, but how he didn't recognise it and was it new, so I told him and that look in his eyes appeared again. And then it hit me, we needed to be together, but we couldn't be together on earth, but who said anything about being together in heaven? "Jay, I love you more than anything on this world, and if we stay on the world then I will have to marry someone else, and I really, really, really, don't think I could handle being apart, so, think about it, what is a really obvious thing to do?" I whispered, shocked with myself for asking the love of my life to kill himself. My face was damp with tears, I knew what I needed to do, and I wasn't going back on this decision, it was made.
I went to bed that night feeling satisfied, I had never felt like this before, it was the most wonderful feeling ever. I was going to be with him forever and no one could disapprove, and for the first time in my life I realised that my father didn't have to be the one to kill me. The best thing was, was that we could be open, we didn't have to sneak around making sure that no one could see us together. I was so glad that he agreed with me, he acted like I was a genius. We had made all of the arrangements, we were going to do it in a church, to make sure that we were close to go, and we were going to hold one of each other's hands, and with the other, stab each other, at the same time in the same place. I was ready, I could have done it the moment that I had suggested it, but we are doing it tomorow. Sunday, a holy day.
Our hands were clapsed, sweaty. Our eyes were focused on the posistion. Our minds were ready. I groaned as the mirrored knife sliced through my muscles, not because of the pain, but because of what I was doing to him.
It's funny the way, although I love him, I'm still killing him, and I'm glad.
