The Girl That Had Migraines.
(dedicated to Amy Dupcak.)
Once upon a time, there was a little girl, living in a big crowded city. She was like every little girl. She liked sweets and colored lights on the Christmas tree. She went to school every day, like every other girl, but she spent most of the hours day dreaming.
She loved to dream, and she often created all those stories in her mind, and the hours of boredom would vanish in the blink of an eye, the white letters on the blackboard, becoming fairy powder or turning in a swirl of snowflakes, hidden behind her big brown eyes.
Back home, she would spent hours, reading and reading, making her way through the old, heavy, leather bound books of her father’s library.
She was a happy little girl, until the headaches began.
The first one came in class. Her head suddenly felt heavier and heavier, until she could not keep it up. She put it slowly down on her arms, while every single noise in the classroom became so painful she could not stay.
She hoped it would disappear. And it did.
Unfortunately, it was just the beginning.
As the days passed, the headaches became more and more frequent, and she had to hide in the dark, far from the light and her beloved books.
Her parents were concerned, as were her teachers. And it was becoming harder and harder for her to sink in her dreams far away, because the headaches came too often, and were too painful.
So they took her to the doctor. And another doctor. And another one. All they learnt was that the headaches were called “Migraines”.
Some doctors said it was her nose that was too small. Others said it was her lungs. One did say, it was her head, and it made her laugh. Of course it was her head; she did not have a stomach ache!
She was given loads of different medicines, some of them looked terrifying. She even thought she saw one with a skull on it! But her parents reassured her, told her she would feel better. So she took them. Her parents loved her and they only wanted her to be the dreamy little girl she used to be. And both of her parents were so sad to see none of the doctors could find what was wrong with her.
And then, one day, as she was walking back from school with her mother, she found a book and a pen, abandoned on a wall. She picked it while her mother was looking out for cars, before crossing the road, and she stuffed it in her bag.
She could not resist it. It was, as if that small book was calling her, begging her to take it home.
The three of them arrived safely home, thanks to her mother’s care. She was feeling the headache coming, sneaking on top of her head. And it was getting more difficult, to keep her head up.
She rushed to her room, and lied down on the bed. She carefully took the little book from her school bag, along with the pen, and studied them. She very slowly opened the first page, and saw it only had a few words inside. All the other pages were blank. It was written that a magic was hidden in the pages, and that those in need would find help in them.
She grabbed the pen, and tried to write a few words on the second page. And the moment her pen touched the page, she was sucked back in her old daydreams. She could not stop writing, the words were pouring down, unstoppable, and she was enjoying every second. She had so many stories to write down; she kept writing and writing, up until diner.
And, it is only when her mother called her for diner, that she noticed her head was lighter. Normally, the headache would have stayed until the next morning. But it was gone.
She ran downstairs, and hugged her mother. She told her everything, and her mother could not believe. However, it was much simpler that what the doctors thought.
She did not have anything wrong, neither to her nose nor to her head. She simply had so many words inside her brain, stories mingling together, her own and those from others, that her head could not carry all of them. From that day on, she kept writing down every evening, all the words that she shad stored during the days. And never again did she suffer from the Migraines.
And guess what?
She became a very famous writer, known all around the world, for all her amazing stories, full of originality and beauty.
No one knew about the magic little book, apart from her parents. She kept it all her life. Of course, it had been filled. But she had a plan, for the magic to live on. During the years, she had collected tons of small books, most were completely filled, but she had chosen one, in which she had never written a single word. It looked exactly the same, as the book she had found. And when she had finally reach an old age, where stories don’t need to be invented anymore as they can simply be remembered, she took a walk around her neighbourhood, with the little book, and a pen.
She sat down in the park and opened the book. She very carefully took out the pen, and wrote down,the same exact words she read years ago.
“Magic is hidden inside these pages. The one who needs help shall find it inside them”
Then, she put the book slowly down on the bench, and added the pen on top of it. Without turning around, she walked back home, hoping for the magic, to carry on to another lucky dreamy soul.
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