The Everyday Life of Yesterday

Chapter Six: Today

It's cold. It's dark. It's empty. It hurts. This is lonliness. This is my life after college.

I watch people pass by me in the day. I recognize their faces. Our former classmates. I know who they are, but they don't know who I am. I want to introduce myself, but they all look so intimidating. I'm miserable, I want to end this suffering.

Why am I still alive? If I am a non-existant person why am I still here?

They live their lives, and they're full of happiness. They have friends. I wonder what it's like to feel accepted into this world, and to not be thrown to the side and forgotten. Who remembers me?

My parents are the only ones, but they won't last for very long. I'll be left behind at some point. Then it will only be me. Why is it so hard for me to make a friend? Everytime I try to do something about this problem the opportunity is shot down.

Maybe it's better this way. When I'm gone, there would be nobody left to care meaning no one gets hurt by my departure. Maybe then this pain will finally be alleviated. Who cares about me? I might as well just go now before somebody actually gets to know me.

But what if tomorrow I meet someone? If I just keep waiting maybe it'll pay off. How long can I wait? How long will it take?

I watch our classmates walk by me like they always did. Please, somebody remember me. I'm here. I'm right here! I was your classmate! I was there. Please!

It's no use. This is the everyday life of yesterday; stuck in the past and full of regret. I could never move on no matter how hard I try. The prior events follow me like a pack of wolves, it's relentless. No one wants to be friends with me at this point. I should stop.

I stared at the scenery before me. Slowly, everything begins to fade away. Or, maybe it was me who was disappearing from the face of the Earth. I was ready for this moment, to finally depart from this world.

Before I knew it, I was enveloped in a void of nothingness. It was neither cold or hot. It was nothing. Where was I?

I kept looking around for something in the void. A light perhaps, or maybe even some sign of life. Instead I found...

Hi, I'm a person you know from a class you remember. I'm going to tell you the story of how we met. We first met when you opened this book.

You looked at the front cover and read the title. You then perused the book's summary and thought I might as well read it. I have nothing better to do.

Once you opened it, I told you my story. You listened until I finished. You were the first person to ever read my story. Thank you for taking your time to listen to me. I know you must be very busy, and I wish I could continue talking to you. But, you have better places to be.

You gave me what I've always wanted: not just a friend, but someone who might tell my story to others. Thank you. You know, I've been living in my own Hell for the longest time. It's a little strange to not be by myself for once, but I don't want to be alone. I don't want to disappear!

But as I said before, you have better places to be and other friends. I guess this is goodbye. Just promise me this: don't forget about me.