Game Of Life

Three

Hope is always there. People live on hope. Hope that they will live. Hope that they will get happiness. Hope that they will get redemption for their sins. Hope that they will get their happily ever after. It is said that if God closes one door, he opens many others. But what if, the other door leads to more problems than solutions? What if, you are jumping from a frying pan into the fire?

Some things come as a shock to people. The shock may be because of something good or because of something bad.

Good news is always appreciated and wanted. So the shock doesn't really leave a negative effect on the person since the news is good obviously.

But it's not the same case with the bad news. Bad news is neither appreciated nor wanted. The shock that comes on hearing the bad news always leaves an impact in a person's life. What kind of impact it leaves behind depends upon how you handle the situation.

What kind of impact it will leave on me would depend on how I react. But I haven't reached that stage yet since I am still in shock.

My parents are dead?!

Something so difficult to believe. Something I never thought would happen. I'd always thought that I'd die before my parents death. That they'll outlive me. But life never goes according to what we want. It has cruel way of always doing the opposite of what we expect.

"No! NO! It can't be true. I know it is not true. Tell me you are lying. That it is some prank or something."

I sob.

I wail.

I shout.

I deny.

But deep down, deep deep down I know that it is true. What she is saying is true. My parents are dead. But some important information regarding their death is nagging me. I know it but I can't remember it. Like those times when you know a word in your mind but you just can't get it to the front of your brains. You just can't speak it.

I am in the same position. It's as if I am looking at my body from outside. I know that my parents are dead. I know how my parents died. I know all the information about myself. But I still can't remember anything. If someone tells me something about myself, I'll be able to tell if they are saying the truth or not because I know everything. But I just cannot grasp it. It is out of my reach. It's as of I waiting for someone to tell me things so I can remember my past.

My sobs slowly die down and I slowly fall asleep. I feel Susan come and cover me with the covers that I had kicked aside. Then she leaves the room.

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I wake up with a pounding headache. I wince as I open my eyes and the lights attack them. Even though the lights are dim, they still feel too bright for me.

It usually happens that after I cry a lot, my head starts aching very badly. I become cranky and snap at everyone as a result of the headache. The reason for my crying is kept at the back of my head. It is not something that I can bear with at the moment.

I look around the room, to see that nothing has changed in it. No one is besides me neither are flowers nor any get well soon cards.

Dejected, I sigh and shake my head, trying to clear the negative thoughts. I force myself to think about happy things and all the positive aspects of my situation.