Why am I Alive?

Chapter five

'...So, how do I start? My story of being alive. It's not too good,if I'm asked to write the truth. But yes,
'Why Am I Not Dead?'
Well, the answer is simple, 'I am Alive'. Though death didn't welcome me, ever! So yes, I have to stay alive because I haven't died as yet, or maybe this excuse works better here; 'My time of death didn't arrive as yet!'
Maybe because, I'm supposed to breathe in the oxygen and exhale carbon dioxide... I'm supposed to keep this 'everything' alive
But there's more to it, I stopped breathing for two minutes, and trust me nothing around me changed, no one died because of me, no tree fell down, no global warming stopped, I made no difference to the world around me, nothing will change after I die, so nothing would change while me being alive,,, I was just, breathing, nothing else, and.....'
"Argh" I shouted, rolling my eyes; four and a half pages still to go, I slammed shut my laptop. This was driving me crazy!
I picked up my cell phone and texted Alyna instead. God, she was a therapist!

Me: Alyna...

Alyna: Isaac.

Me: Alynaaaaaaa

Alyna: Isaaaaaaac

It was our favorite thing, typing out each others name. YES, IT WAS SURELY WEIRD
Me: How are you?

Alyna: good. You?

Me: okay.

Alyna: just okay?

Me: Yeah

Alyna: what happened?

Me: Nothing.

Alyna: you can tell me you know.

Me: Well, I was given a topic to write on, 2 months ago, and I've got only two days to submit it. And I can't get a word outta my head.

Alyna: what is it about ?

Me: Well, 'why am I not dead?' Plus yeah, I have to write five sheets on that.

Alyna: whaaaaaaat? Is there some rule ?

Me: The principal told me to ink up the sheets.

Alyna: seriously? Well I can write five paragraphs about 'Why am i not dead?' Obviously because I'm alive. Yeah, this useless creature is ALIVE.

Me: Well there are actually two useless creatures alive.

Alyna: oh god. Two creatures! Now that's tough.

Me: Unfair to the world!

Alyna: as if the world's fair to us!

Me: So, its tit for tat ?

Alyna: yes Isaac yes. That's how you survive when you can't die

Me: Hurts... Right?

Alyna: a lot.

Me: One day, you know it won't hurt. Nothing would hurt except dying. Like when you first cut, it hurts, second time it hurts, twelfth time, it hurts a bit less. The Twelve hundredth time you do it, it won't matter, you get used to it. Like now, we're not alive, I am not alive. I used to cry on everything that happened. Now? None of it matters, its all normal now.
But maybe, we can make it through this.

Alyna: its like you're in a dungeon, no place out, happiness now is just like the sky or the chirps of a bird. You won't get to hear it now. Once in a blue moon a bird comes and chirps, but as I rush to get hold of it, it flies away. So is happiness.
I've lost the count of number of days I've been here.

Me: Monte Cristo made it out of the dungeon Alyna!
I typed, referring to the movie I loved

Alyna: thousands of other did not, who were in the same dungeon. Monte cristo had 'revenge' to live for. What have I got? Life outside the dungeon is no better.