When I opened my eyes I was in the hospital. I started seeing around me. There was a nurse and as soon as she saw me she called the doctor.
The doctor came. He was a young man with a tall hight. He asked me if I am feeling better. He was looking quite worried. I asked "what happened to me?" I cant remember anything.
The docter replied with a sigh,"can you give me your parents number?"
I looked down and said,"they are out of town anyway. Just tell me what's wrong"?. The doctor looked at me and said, "Any elder sibling"? "I'm the eldest", I replied. He looked down and said, "give me your parents number, I will call them. This is important to tell your parents". I was annoyed that why is he not just telling me but I sighed and told him the number. "Its my father's number".
After some time, he came and gave me some medicines and asked me to go home. He said,"I've talked to your father, he said he'll come to meet me tomorrow. Take care and also take these medicines". I nodded with a surprised look but then stood up with weak legs.
When I went out, it was night. I stood by the bridge. "I'm a loser" I said myself, I can never make it to national poetry contest". And I started walking home.
The next morning, I woke up due to my parents voices arguing about something. So I went to my door and tried to listen what they were talking about.
"What do you think we're gonna do"? my mother said. "We will do whatever we can" my father replied. "It cost a lot of money, are you out of your head?". We had done so much for her already. But she is never going to repay it." "SHE IS DYING", and all you think about is money, I heard my father scremed.
I am dying? this idea gave me goosebumps and the behavior of the doctor soon became clear. I laughed to myself and looked in the mirror. "I'm already covered in scars and wounds and yes I'm a loser, I don't mind dying. Maybe death is better than life. To lay in grass and sleep forever. This idea is not that bad. I laughed but tears fell
I came out of room. I went to the table. My parents were looking at me with disappointment. I looked at them. "What's up?", I tossed an apple to my father. "I am going out for a walk". They were quite
I opened the door and looked at them and said, "the idea of death doesn't scare me. I'm fine". My father stood up was about to say something when I said,"give me sometime alone".
I smiled to myself before going out.
Went to the same bridge and stood there silent, suddenly I heard a voice from back, I turned back and saw a boy.
he was tall, dark haired, brown tired eyes with a smile on his face. There was something different about his smile.
He said,"can you please take a side?". I'm trying to capture the view. He was holding a camera.
I stood there looking at him in eye.
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SPRING IN FALL
Short Story"When life hangs by a thread, love becomes the ultimate rebirth." Lyra Frost's world is crumbling. Diagnosed with a terminal illness, she's confronted with the bleak reality of her own mortality. With time slipping away, Lyra feels hopeless, trapped...
