Short Stories (Reminisce)

Inspired by I met a jerk whose name is seven

"Im busy"

The line went blank, that was the cue.

She looked down just as her tears started streaming, the phone she's holding is now about to break because of her tight grip.

Raindrops are hitting her bare skin, the umbrella she was holding flee.. away from her, just like everybody does.

She leaned on the cold metal railings, the sound of raindrops on the metal is making a creepy sound. Once again, she took a glimpse on her phone, the
screen just showed how alone she was.

She wanted to jump off right now but something's stopping her. It is as if, there's a 'lil hope inside her that someone will come and save her, that someone cares.

All these years, she's been keeping herself restrained but now it's different. She couldn't bear seeing the old scar on her wrist bleed, she's tired of smiling pretending to be happy, she's afraid that if she pushes herself unto someone she will be pulled back.. because she is not belong. She had nowhere to go.

She scan through her phone, her fingers clicked smoothly the recent logs. She placed it on her ear, waiting for 'that' someone to pick the other line. But the beep just went along til' the system automatically ended the call.

Mom...

She's now decided, she stared at the deep river under the bridge.. the water's flowing rapidly because of the heavy rain. She held her phone upward and threw it. She watch it fell down and vanished through the water.. soon, it will be her.

The road was paved with fog, it's now dawn and it was hopeless that someone will try to stop her, the households were now into deep sleeps, even the vehicles seems so distant.

Unless, someone's looking for her.. which she highly doubted. No one cares.

She is a sin, no one loves her, she doesn't have a mother, figuratively, whom she can tell about her problems and how the society treats her-- and how she treats herself. She belongs in that 'society' afterall.

She doesn't have a father whom she can depend unto, whom she can call Dad, who will protect her.

She has nothing.. just like her, she's nothing but a nobody, she's lost.. there's a huge signboard above her head saying how lost she was, but no one gives a damn.

Her grip on the railings started to loosen. She is ready.

Slowly, she effortlessly let herself fall. Before, she's afraid of falling.. but now, a smile flashed as she felt the gravity pushing her.

"I'm sorry, i love her" She watched him, running towards her girlfriend. Leaving her, not even caring about her slapped cheeks.
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She woke up because of the closing of the door, she went down quickly. Opening the main door but all she saw was a car driving away.

A note was on the table, as always. With an envelope, full of cash and pin cards. She tried calling her mom, but it was unavailable.
*
Someone slapped her, she saw her bestfriend raging with anger. A smirk was formed on her lips "You don't get it! I never saw you as my friend"
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"She's a whore"
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"Where's your parents? I need to talk to them" She buried her face on the desk and replied 'none' for the hundredth time.
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"Mom, don't leave me" She begged, pulling off the hem of her mom's dress. Instead of staying, her mom ignored her and went. Leaving her.
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She's holding her phone with a certificate and plaque on her other hand.. it was her 40th try, dialing her mom's number. Unlike earlier, it doesn't ended coz of the system but it ended because of the other line.

A message popped "Stop calling, i'm busy right now" It says. Her smile vanished, no matter how and what she do, no one appreciates her.

The wind became heavy and before she fell on the water, she saw an image.

An image of her mom, grinning, because the sin she was carrying.. will now be gone, forever.

And a splash, ended her life.