It was around 11 p.m when she first heard the knock. She rose up from her squeaky bed and reached for the doorknob. She opened it to see the middle aged woman slowly makig her way inside with a warm smile. She patted the girl on the back as she flashed her toothy smile that failed to conceal her tired look. She sat down on the girl's bed holding the 14 year old's hand while deeply sighing. "How was your day, ma?" the girl asked smiling lightly "you look tired.." she trailed off. The middle aged woman, beamed at the polite enquiry. The girl's heart sank. She could almost feel the tension building up. She wondered how the communication between a mother and her child could be so......formal. "It was fine dear, thank you for asking. How was school? Done with your homework?" the older female asked sitting stiff. "Yes, mother" the girl replied almost as monotonous as her mother. They sat there awkwardly until a little boy of 6 came running into the laps of his mother, giggling delightedly. The girl's heart sank once again as she saw the woman beaming, her face instantly brightened at her favourite sight as she held the little boy. Her expression almost looked as if she was relieved. She swiftly stood up and exited the room with quick brisky steps. And the door was left wide open allowing the sound of giggles and laughter to echo through the empty living room and her room. The girl looked down at her sweaty palms and sighed deeply. A tear rolled down her cheek and onto her hands which were now rattling as they always did when she felt that familiar emotion.
It took her about 40 minuts to let it all out so that she couldnt cry anymore. She used up all her tears for the day, which made her face wet and moist. She sniffed for a long time wiping her running nose occasionally. She looked up at her book shelf that was attached to her bedside. She moved the books that occupied the middle region and looked at the familiar poster. She sniffed one last time holding her bleeding wrists and looked at the poster with detrmined eyes. "I'm coming" she wispered.
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The lass
RandomLass is a girl. She has lived most of her life in a cafefree manner. Fell in love, fantasized, been heartbroken and learned to live without love. But she always wanted to do that one single thing she wholeheartedly and completely believed would chan...
