"If you could see your soul tonight,
how much would you grieve..
for the damage
at the hand of those
who treated it so cruelly?"
- Nikita Gill
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"Get up and turn off the alarm Alora... You have school today." The voice in my head echoed. She had an Irish accent for some reason... I even gave her a name. I sat up on my bed. I did this every morning, trying to give myself a reason to get out of bed. My roommate walked in.. she was used to me already. Sclera, that was her name. She was quite short, with really full kinky hair she never knew what what to do with, really pretty eyes, with such an amazing body. She was not the most affectionate but I was always grateful she was there. "Alora.!! Get up we have a test today!!" She yelled. There it was.. my reason to leave the room that day.
The test went well. I never read for tests and always happened to ace them. Most people thought I was a freakishly smart genius. I was simply a weirdo that can't seem to forget anything she hears. All I had to do was listen in class, well at least that's what I thought. Everyone in my family saw me as this prodigy that would do amazing things one day. Meanwhile I was trying my best to hold on for dear life at med school. I wanted to be psychiatrist, but my dad didn't agree to that. Now I'm trying to figure out how to become a cardiac surgeon without dying before graduation.
I wouldn't say I had a lot of friends. I was really friendly and easy to talk to but I could count my friends with one hand. I had friends in other colleges but Sclera was my only friend in med school. Sometimes I wondered if she was only putting up with me because she had no choice. Sometimes I wondered if we'd still be friends by graduation, we were only on our third year after all. Classes that day were hectic as always. I had to step out during histology class to relieve myself cause I swear my brain couldn't process anything else. I stared at myself in the mirror. The only thing I truly liked about myself was my face. I was 6"2 and apparently that's tall for a sixteen year old... Yes I was a sixteen year old old student doctor... I had nice curves but I didn't like them, I was wore baggy clothes to cover them. I had nice eyes I'd give myself that. I always wore my hair in braids because I was too lazy to anything to it. Maybe, just maybe if I loved myself a bit more.. I wouldn't feel like I needed someone else to love me.
Classes finally ended and I just went back to the dormitory. I didn't eat all day and I didn't care . My friend Kiki at law school would always say, "Lora I'm worried about you, you're getting really skinny. Is there something you're not telling me?" Each time she asked I'd almost automatically say, "I'm alright". I knew I wasn't. I just didn't need someone else worrying about me. I laid on my bed willingly giving in to sleep. My mind wandered off, I began to have flashbacks of my laughter echoing the entire room, when I was truly happy... until I couldn't recognize myself anymore.
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Alora
SpiritualIt's a story like any other. It's about finding purpose, a reason to live. She was slowly fading away from the world, the worst part is that she didn't even realize. She was tired and numb. Until one day... Her name was Alora , this is her story.
