The path you choose

A start from the end

It all started when I agreed to go to a deserted place near the forest with my friends.

Not that I was afraid to go near a forest and all that but I had a bad feeing even before I even left my home.

What is It? you ask. well its complicated...

Right now I am sitting outside a hospital room while all my friends are in those room except for one who stuck with me always.

They say we are the lucky ones, But I know for sure that luck isn't the one that likes to stay with me. Its just that, I think we had no luck but we did make some right choices. We both took risk but I guess those were the calculated ones unlike the ones taken by my other friends.

Its a surprise that my friends were taken out alive. I almost believed that they were dead. Seriously, believing that your friends are dead is not an easy task. The ones who are the most in your life, the people who knew all your secrets, secrets that were too dark to be said. The ones who were ready to do all sorts of stuff for you and love you and still make fun of you. Those who were your life are the ones whos life is on the verge of death.

My sweet thought about them broke into shattering pieces when I looked up to find them still in their hospital bed, with all those machines attached to them struggling to keep them alive.

We both are none better than them. With my friends hand broken its gonna remind us for days. We both are now not the way we were before but a little tough and a little scared. Its like everything we see might turn against us and try to kill us. I keep telling myself its over and we may live a happy now after our friends are better. We'll forget about these memories or Hell! We will laugh about them when we grow old but right now it feels as if the hell is laughing at us.

I keep going on about all this yet I don't tell you what exactly happened to us. Its tough to tell you just that way, it is too hard to bear to go through all those memories of blood, pain and loss. If I say this you'll think I am just over reacting, of course, it isn't your fault. Its just the way we are, we don't believe it unless we live through those memories and time ourselves.

So now, put yourself in my shoes and imagine you are me. Take the turns that you think that you should take and then tell me if I was overreacting or it was just the truth. I am alive to tell you the story and let you live it but will you be the same as me, alive or be the way my friends have become or worse?

Brace yourself for what lies ahead as I will be taking you to my past and letting you become me.