My eyes flit open and I took the time to adjust to the bright lighting coming from out the window. Physically, I was knackered. Mentally, I was drained. My eyes searched for the owner of the voice, and right there, next to my bed, was Jenna, sunbathed in the morning rays. “Jenna?”
“W-what are you doing here?”
“We’re looking after you. By ‘we’, I mean…” Jenna gestured to Riley, George, and Nate, sitting on the couch facing my bed. The three of them scooched in closer to Jenna and sat there. I began to panic. Last night, the fights, my wishes… My eldest sister must have sensed my confusion, because she spoke again. “Your friends told us about your wishes when you were younger.”
“Is that—“ I said no more as Jenna uncrumpled the piece of paper balled in her hands, and smoothed it thin.
Nate murmured, “’Wish number 28, be just like Jenna, George, Nate and Riley.’ Yes.”
“Oh, pickles.” I turned towards them and hid my face under my pillow, to hide the utter embarrassment that was going through my face. An assortment of tangled emotions strung together. My final wish came true, but how was I supposed to react? Happy, because the dream was a reality? Frightened, because I was being judged based on actions I did when I was younger? Confused, because of the current situation my body was in, the old screws and bones? In impulse, I said muffled, “Well, I suppose it’s too late. I grew up long since the days I wrote those words. You can leave, and I’ll be here, alone, ready to die and—Hey!”
My two sisters pulled the pillow away from me. Their faces were plastered with pure shock. “How could you say such a thing? You’re three years older than all of us!”
I tore the pillow away from their grasp and sat straight on the bed. “You know, staying in a hospital makes you think. Babies can die sometimes during the process of childbirth, even days after their conception. Death teaches people may things, and…”
“No.” My brothers denied it. They must have known what I was trying to say.
“After thinking about it, I know I’m one of those people.” Tears began to trickle down my face, and I wiped them away with my medical gown. “I’m one of those people whose only purpose in the world is to… t-t-t-teach something. My purpose in this world is not to live and be a solid concrete person to walk the earth, but to stand here as some sort of saying, or lesson.
“Stop saying that!”
“I won’t survive the surgery, I know I won’t, I can’t, I shouldn’t. Whoever placed me here, may it be some higher deity from above, perhaps God, or maybe the universe, they know my purpose is done. Love and death are the only two things that can prevail.”
“Stop, you’re being melodramatic!” Jenna’s warm hands wrapped around my own wrists and shook me senseless. “Yes, we weren’t here before for all of those years. We did a sloppy job of being your older sublings, but we’re asking for that second chance now.
“Maybe you won’t survive that operation. Perhaps you will. But you shouldn’t think of yourself’s sole purpose to be defined as a lesson, and a lesson only. Girl, you lived a beautiful life, and the four of us were too caught up in our own realities to see that. Those babies might have lived for several days, but like you said, they teach their mothers more. So what I am—we are—asking you is for our forgiveness. Don’t waste your time on bitterness.
I looked at the four of them with glistening eyes. They truly were sorry, they were! I stood onto my knees and gave them all a big hug, sobbing heavily. They might not have been the most perfect people, but I love them and I now know that they loved me. The four of them patted my head and held me in close for a long time.
I laid back down. “Promise me you won’t leave or forget me?”
“No.” I watched my sisters fluffing up my pillow and Nate and George adjust the thermostat I think and I am grateful for this imperfect family I have. "We'll be right here." With Riley smoothing out my hair and my brothers smiling softly, alongside Jenna’s humming cascading the room into a tender lullaby, I knew with the four of them watching me, I can now rest in peace.
And that, my friends, is the end of "Watch."
You may possibly be wondering about one question I did not address: Does Melody survive or die? My friends, I wish I had a simple answer to that, but if I told you my thoughts on the subject, you guys will either be like, "You're being too soft the characters!" or "YOU HAVE DESTROYED MY FEELS." (If I haven't destroyed your feels yet, then I will be surprised.) I will leave you with this thought, if you need to hear my opinion on the ending:
The story's synopsis has always been about a girl who has strove to reach her brothers' and sisters' love, respect, and affection, and that was the main thing I wanted to reflect in the story. The truth about real life is that not sometimes, you may go under appreciated by others or you might under appreciate someone. Life isn't always a fairy tale. But we can always strive to be like Melody's friends-- Monique, Amy, Luke, and Peter-- and appreciate those who are in our lives right now. Those are the sort of people we need.