Suicidal

Chapter 28: - A strange desire

CHAPTER TWENTY - EIGHT;

A STRANGE DESIRE –

"You know I've never been good with empathy."  I said over the phone. I was better at sympathy, in these cases, and unfortunately for her, my attempts at empathy weren't...quite enough for Diana.

Ever since Diana was raped, I had felt this strange, nauseous feeling growing in the depths of my stomach. They were, to say the least, unmistakably my regrets of unsuccessfully preventing her from being sexually attacked. Constantly fusing inside of me. If only I could have done more...

If only...

Her voice began to sniffle a little, and I started to hear eery, innocent sounds in my ear. It was as if I could feel Diana's breath over the phone, sending  cries of help. You see, Diana was a mockingbird, a wrongfully - treated mockingbird. And I was her succour. Diana had become so reckless with her life, because she simply didn't care whether she lived or not.

"L-Lara...I-I can't stop thinking, t-thinking about that...fateful night." Diana spoke, her voice sounding damaged.

I willed myself to imagine Diana, in a peaceful sanctuary, among healing potions. And I suddenly realised how impossible that seemed to be. She'd hit rock bottom, to the point where depression trapped her in its own spiteful cage.

"Hey, yes you can." I responded, trying my best to speak softly. "You can imagine anything Diana, you have the power and the will to think about things in a whole new different ways to others. Focus on the special things that matter in life, like friends and family. Success and happiness."

I could imagine her puzzled face. It's complexities and cracks, which desperately needed to be filled.

"But...what do I do Lara? How on earth d-do I take my...mind off that night?"

"Think about the joyous things in life. It's almost summer, and we all know that summer is just simply the epitome of moving on, embarking on new journeys. Try to focus your mind on the future, and discard the broken past. For we Diana, are special. Everyone can move on...because everyone is immortal."

And I swear, after my revelation, that Diana paused her depression. And I know this sounds crazy, but I could feel her essence transfiguring its way through my phone. But don't get me wrong, at the time, she was far from recovery yet; she still had an unfortunate milestone to embrace. Of which, I knew with my deep heart, she would battle with her utmost strength, and her courageous fire inside of her.

"I-I guess you're right. Thank you, for...everything."

***

The school fields blossomed with orchid flowers, coloured with different shades of indigo. I often painted pictures of how beautiful the field was in my mind. But I'd always be disappointed, in how the actual field was immensely prettier, and ten times more graceful than I pictured it to be.

I was strolling around the fields with Quincy. He wore casual jeans and a dark hoodie, one of which I would devote myself to buy when I eventually came across one. In all honesty, he looked like an outsider, as if he didn't belong here. His communication, his vigour and posture had seemed to......change. It was like a certain...fragrance about him had been uplifted.