INNOCENT

                                                 

“It was me. It was me, who killed that preciously smiling, exactly six-year-old—today,” grabbing all my strength, I confessed in my very own language—before going lifeless—dead, with about fifteen people around. Though it was the utmost pain I could face—my body was torn and scattered around, the struggle of taking air in and choking by the little boy, overtook mine. No one to care, no funeral, am just evidence now—hope they hang the culprit.

I was born as normal as the others. Dark-red was so attractive on me, so I too did not protest—though no choice was given. Soon I was put into my first job, it took no more than 2 months after I was born. To talk about my job, it is to make people happy. Sitting down on the floor or just leaning against the wall—still.

It was the 16^th of September, just four days from my second month's birthday, I was taken to my first job location. It was a late afternoon; the sun was about to return home. The entrance was huge, the gates were too heavy that, two muscular bodies were needed to pull them open on the large diameter rollers. The chairs were undone, three piles of them were standing tall in the left garden. I was watching all these passing back, from the peephole.

Hurray!!! It is a birthday party. “Mine is in just four days,” I screamed out, but no one heard me. Yes, my first job is at the birthday party of a little kid, I knew it from the poster of a cute little chubby human baby. Soon we are home and into the hall, I could only see the white floor with black scales and the enormous reflection of the ceiling light.

I reflected my color brightly, when the golden light fell on me, with the open of the covering. I had no time to relax, soon my first job’s work started. To my surprise, I was assisted separately by a new person, walked me to the first floor. I am seeing this man for the first time after was put to be hired.

I was initially dropped in with a few granules, “maybe these could make the child happier,” innocent me thought to myself. As I knew my job, I was pumped with air, in respect, I bulged out.

You know, I will be dying in few hours, I know it. But am not sad it is my job. Screaming hard as possible, when I was killed or rather pricked. Leaving all my air out, bearing the pain, and seeing people smiling and leaving this short life.

This was all I expected, but there were signs of treating me with care, which is so unusual that happens with any of my species. The stranger still carried me in his rough hands. We reached back downstairs, but within this time, the room was filled with decorative items, and a lot of people were there. Some of them were on the floor—leaning, a few were hanging from the roof. Each one of them turned at me as I entered the hall. I could feel their jealousy of handling me differently.

There were few people, less than the number of us. Like each person was protected, there were a lot of muscled people.

I was taken closer to the kid, the image of the boy increased as I moved closer to him. It was as if I am going to kiss him. I was ready to hold my hands forward to take the touch of the feather-soft cheeks, but when all I were on the boy, my enemy, my death came from behind. The silver sharp thing penetrated me, showing my breath, way out.

I screamed so hard, beyond my ability to make people joyful. I still moved towards the baby, onto his cheeks, I kissed him. From over his maroon coat, I rolled down onto the floor. Before I left my last few minutes of breath, all I could see was the boy smiling.

I was resisting death, I enjoyed his smile, against my death. But, just before a few seconds left for my death, I noticed a boy struggling for air, choking all over. I shouted out loud, I was unnoticed. Finally, I am about to completely dried up of air, then I realized and remembered the poisonous granules put into me.

“I am after all a balloon, even if I wish, I cannot save the boy. I only wish the culprit is punished.” Goodbye.