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SilencedCries

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Section 2 Opinions
« on: July 12, 2018, 12:56:57 pm »
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Hey guys, I have done a past paper of Section 2 and I thought of sharing it to get you guy's/girl's opinions. I wrote this previously for an exam in 40 mins and got 12/15.
Opt B-'There was always empty pieces in the puzzle'

She opened the door, and was greeted with the cold, fresh morning breeze. She looked back into her cramped apartment, and humoured herself as she looked and admired her butterfly sculpture. Sitting on its thick pedestal, which was curved in at the top as streams of shiny metal weaved themselves over and under each other in an intricate pattern, as it commanded a significant amount of space.

Truly one of a kind.

Sliding the key into the lock, and hearing the pins inside click, she left her dark apartment with a spring to her step.
As if sailing with the wind, she waltzed down her street. Whilst bearing the tone of a calm sea, she greeted everyone she saw with a beaming smile.
“Morning Celinia! How goes your day?”
“Good morning sir! So far so good!”
At 21, she didn’t have a job. She wore a bright yellow denim shirt with a multi-coloured checkered skirt that reached and dangled playfully at her feet. Her fluorescent blue hair, trailed down her neck and reached her shoulder blade. And when it fluttered in the wind, it resembled angel like wings, as if she were ready to fly across the ever so expanding waves of time.
Symmetrical and all…
“I can do it. This time, I can do it” Celinia was talking to herself.
But nonetheless, Celinia had subconsciously told herself as she was just about to face her greatest challenge in her life.
Ripples inside Celinia were forming, and on arrival at the playground, various children jumped up and down and ran side by side as they climbed and challenged the fortress of a park.
Celinia had swallowed her confidence, the overwhelming tides inside her flat-lined a bit, and she started to step back away from the brutal play-zone that unfolded before her.

But she stopped.

Forgetting what was in front of her, her gaze was fixed on something much more elegant.
A large, dark blue butterfly, asymmetrical as it’s left wing was blue with red triangles, scattered like leaf litter, trying to cover up any indifferences or missing pieces, and it’s right wing was covered in black spots from the middle down, as the top harboured a much bigger circle.
It sure was different.
Suddenly, without thinking, Celinia leaped across the kerb that fenced the park from the road as it sat in defeat. Running, chasing, pursuing, not giving a second thought of her surroundings, she ran into the only tree in the park and quickly fell on her back, but hesitantly rose to her feet.
“Excuse me miss, are you okay?” A little girl had walked over to check on the misled duckling who had been engulfed by the waves of time.
Celinia rudely ignored her, but she was fixated on finding that butterfly which had suddenly disappeared.
“O-oh yes! I’m fine tha- “Celinia stopped suddenly, and it had struck her that she was not talking to anyone but herself.

For once she was alone. Alone, and lost in the riptide of life.

Confused, she started walking around the overwhelming fortress, in search of not the girl, but that once-in-a-millennium butterfly. Celinia then ended up back at the scarecrow of a tree, as it stood there menacingly, as if posing a threat to any who opposed it.
Next thing Celinia knew was that she was on her back again.
She had run into the tree…again.
Lying in pain, she opened her eyes to find the prettiest thing…hundreds of disproportionally shaped butterflies danced and fluttered above her.
Celinia’s face was shocked and her mouth opened in awe as she stood up faster than a lawyer objecting in court. She danced along with them and followed them to wherever they may be going without a care in the world, not knowing that she criss-crossed her legs and inter-twined them in and out as she danced circles around the scarecrow of a tree.
It sure was different.
The flock of seagulls, keeping a watchful gaze, patiently waited for their chicks to finish playing, couldn’t help but be concerned for Celinia as she tacked, gybed, weaved and danced in circles for no apparent reason.
After a single phone call, Celinia had quickly been banished to hospital, where men and women from black and white films were present with, what looked like to Celinia, blankets of white and blue dragging to their feet, and metallic headphones wrapping themselves around the doctor’s necks.
They gathered in groups of 4 and began to shine rays of light into her eyes alongside some questions like “Can you tell us your name? Do you know where you are? Do you know what happened?”
Celinia was clueless, she had no recollection of why she was on a white bed in the first place, why they were asking her such strange things…and-why was her butterfly sculpture in the corner of the room?
Naturally, she ignored the doctors, and became fixated on the sculpture-the outstanding piece of her own puzzle. She started to giggle.
“What an intricate butterfly don’t you think?” Celinia pointed into the corner where nothing but air inhabited. The doctors were confused. “Why is it here?” Celinia continued “Why is it so elegant? Who knows. But…”
Celinia raised her hand and placed it on her cheek as she tilted her head in curiosity.
“…It sure is different”
“No doubt about it, its FFI.” a nurse had returned after testing on her multiple times. “She has shown ‘reported’ symptoms such as dementia, hallucination and insomnia. And she just proved now all of these.”
FFI, a rare genetic disease that is passed down through family trees and has no cure. FFI, or also known as ‘Fatal Familial Insomnia’, claims all its victims and would be under no circumstances an exaggeration to call it ‘Death’s playful hand’.
And Celinia had it.

“Fatal Familial Insomnia?!” Celinia’s doctor, whose mouth had lost its strength, alongside his pale-white face, was absolutely shocked. “Out of all the patients that I have treated, I have never, ever, come across this at all. Is there no treatment?”
The nurse had quickly in response shook her head, and in return, he slowly sank down in despair, and then dragged his feet, which carried the heavy weight of sorrow, over to Celinia’s room.

A day later, Celinia, the energetic, peaceful, bright and ‘unique’ lady, had succeeded in finding the butterfly she met at the park. She followed it to the far reaches of the horizon. The waves inside her grew fiercer, the wind whistled louder, she wanted to spend more time with it, but that time was cut short.
The butterfly morphed into a spherical shape, and then tainted itself in a dark reddish colour. Leaking into the expanding waves ahead, the ‘butterfly’ exploded into vast rays of light, which then engulfed Celinia.

For once, the sea grew calm. All the pieces of the puzzle fell together.

And the sound of a heart monitor, reading and spitting out a dead heartbeat, echoed throughout the whole hospital.
Echoed and bellowed, the peaceful sound of death.
The maiden, had sunk.
An energetic, bright young lady, fascinated by butterflies up to the point where it was the last thing she saw. Would it be appropriate to say that this can be called the butterfly affect? Who knows?
But she sure was different, wasn’t she?
And with a pained look on his face, the doctor walked over, dressed in a somewhat casual attire, flipped the switch to her life support, closed the door, and left the room, with the blinds still open, letting Celinia bathe in the morning sunlight, as she now ventured into the far reaches of the horizon, over the waves of time, and the ever so expanding sea.
“I guess…” the doctor muttered “…there will always be missing pieces of the puzzle…no matter how much we know, it seems we may not know enough…”
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