Whispers

It was hard, to work so hard, but never before had I been able to dance for so long. I could feel my heart racing painfully in my rib cage. I carefully tried to keep my breathing steady. I don’t know what made me try so hard, but something kept me going. I wasn’t sure if it was the fact that I wanted to overcome this sickness or if it was something different. I had to keep going though.

My body flowed elegantly as a danced, constantly moving to the techno styled song. I was no dancer, but ballet was something I enjoyed. As a child I wasn’t too fond of the dance but as I grew older I decided that I wanted to create my own form of ballet, my own style of the dance, but I was very sick. The dancing made my heart race wildly, the pain almost over coming. Often, I couldn’t even make it through the full song without leaning against the wall panting heavily, my body so tired.

This time though, I forced myself to keep going, ignoring the pounding beat of my heart. Something kept pushing me on to continue. I paused for but a moment panting heavily, but something inside told me to keep going. It told me that I could continue. I looked to my feet; I could feel the steps of the dance, the music playing like a rush in my ears. The feeling, I had to keep going. The feeling in the room, the feelings I felt calling to me, no matter how hard it was I wanted to continue the dance. I wanted to finish it and make it through the entire thing. I wanted to show myself that I could do it.

The pain I pushed behind me and forced to ignore it as I started to dance once again. My body flowing in the music filled room. I cleared my thoughts and tried to relax just letting my body control itself. I couldn’t explain what happened, but the feeling I felt was wonderful. As the song came to its end and I stood there, I had made it through the song, I had done it. Something I hadn’t been able to do in so many years. I made it all the way through the song. I felt so proud of myself. There were no words to describe the wonderful feeling. I felt great, I was so happy.

I leaned forward, resting my hands on my knees panting heavily, my heart racing in my chest. I had to admit my chest hurt worse then anything but the dance, I had done it, I wanted to do it again. Something called for me to do it again, but I knew at least a short break would be for the best.

As I sat myself down in a nearby chair I smiled. How wondrous the feeling had been. I pressed the replay button on the music player, listening to the song again. It called for me to get up and dance again, but I needed a rest, for my health and my heart. I would though, get up and give the song another chance though soon. There was no way in the entire world that I would stop. I would get up and dance to that song again and this time, I wouldn’t pause even for a moment. Maybe I could overcome this sickness still. I wanted to believe that.

Leaning back in the chair I looked to the white ceiling of the room and thanked him. The man upstairs. I wasn’t sure if it was his doing or his voice in my ear that whispered for me to go on but I was thankful for it and who better to thank then him? I was sure that he would pass on the message to whoever deserved the thanks.

For the next time I would make whoever had helped me this time proud. I would dance through the entire song; I would make the person who helped me proud. I wanted to thank them, but though I didn’t truly know how. This was the best way I could think of. They wanted me to dance through the song, that’s why they had told me to keep going. So the only thing I could think of was to start dancing through the entire song, no matter what it took or how much it hurt. I wanted to do this. I wanted to make them proud and I wanted to be proud of myself for once.

This was what I truly wanted and it was all thanks to that little whisper in my ear. The owner of that little whisper is the person I owe all the thanks too for they helps me in a way no one else had before. That voice made me keep going and not want to give up and stop as I had done so many times before. That voice, that little whisper, those little feelings in my feet that made me want to dance, and the feeling of freedom in my heart.

That little voice was what I had to thank.