☘ "Maybe sometimes being lost is the best thing that could happen to you, because then you have nothing to lose. But for just this once I don't mind losing."
Maureen is a girl who has been on streets all her life, her life has been hard enough unt...
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I lacked good memories. Even when I lay around in the dead silence of the night I couldn't get my brain to think of some good memories made. The only thoughts that haunt me are of my dreadful past and my dark future.
My hands pressed on the side of my stomach, one of my bad memories. I was six and I spilt juice on my step brother's shoes. He was very angry because it was some big day at his school and he ended me kicking repeatedly making me cough out blood. I cried that night, sobbing silently into my pillow. My white cotton pillow was the only holder of my secrets, my pains and my tears.
The wound was faded now but it was still there as a memory.
Struck by the lighting of an idea I got up and pulled out my blank white sheet and wrote down with a broken pen, Create one good memory.
That was the first thing on my list of things to die. I don't know how this list thing worked and how will it be fulfilled. But I did it just because I have no idea what to do before I was no longer breathing.
"What is wrong Reen?" Sam was awake now and I hurriedly ruffled the paper and kept it in my jeans pocket.
"Nothing, just can't sleep," I answered her with a small smile.
"I had a bad dream." She said and I realised she was a little paler.
"Same?"
"Yeah mostly." She nodded and we sat in silence.
Almost every other night she would dream about the night when she and Jack went on run when their father killed their mother and was about to kill Jack next in drunken anger. She mostly wakes up crying or shaken up like she was looking now.
"Only this time I killed him." She said with a tremble in her voice.
I don't answer because I know she required silence to calm down.
"Jack is thinking about another fight." She finally spoke up.
"We can't let him."
"But does he never listen?" She sounded tired and looked at her sleeping brother.
"He wants to give you a better life." I told Sam and she looked at me funny.
"what?"
"Nothing." She said completely hiding something.
"So is Dr. Shawn a total hottie?" She asked off the topic and I looked at her with agape mouth.
"May be I need to injure myself a little." And with that we were chuckling together slowly at her absurdity to seduce Shawn.
And I realised how a human mind works. We are my nature pesimisst. We all look around and find the things we don't have or can' have and feel broken and sad about it. But we never look towards those who are suffering so much more.
