Life of an Indian failure{completed}

Life of an Indian failure..

I looked down from the window.

"This is gonna be enough",

I think to myself, as I attempt to grab the sides of the window, and try to climb it.

I sit on the window sill with my legs facing outside. Everything looked so tiny from up here, the cars, the buses, the stray dogs. Even the humans.

I stand on top of the sill, and take a moment to myself. My life wasn't supposed to end here! I wasn't supposed to fall in love, or get distracted! I wasn't supposed to fail my 10th! Why did all that happen, then? Why?

I feel like crying, a tear escapes my eyes and falls all those floors under me, reminding me how high up I was. I look to the ground one last time, stand up and take a deep breath,

"It's time to let go", I think to myself.

My cold fingers slowly let go of the edge, and I close my eyes. I feel myself being pulled.

All of a sudden, my brother's image flashes in my mind, I jerk open my eyes and my hands desperately search for something to grab onto.

I find the edge and I hold on to it.
My brother! How could I have not thought about him? He was my world, and I was his. What kind of an elder sister would I be if I left him when he needed me the most. And with him, critical in the hospital, I can't do that to my parents, can I? No, I can't do his, I just can't.

I sit on the sill and I attempt to turn around to face the inside, but my foot gets stuck, I struggle to remove it, but I can't.

I try one last time to pull it out, but I trip, and I feel myself fall out slowly, while my hands desperately search for anything I could grab. But I couldn't find anything.

My breathing hardened, and I fall.

"I'm sorry Sid", I say, before I close my eyes, maybe forever, and my entire life flashes infront of me.