🌌7:00 pm🌌
We didn't continue the game. My coach-mate's last question, "What are you running away from?" made me stop the game. I couldn't. As much as I tried to be strong, I couldn't. Everything came rushing back to me. No, it wasn't relationship problem this time. It was everything.
I looked up at the date on my phone's display. How can I be so forgetful? Last year, on this day. It happened. The thing which changed the course of my life.
*One year ago*
I entered the my home, leaping with joy. My steps, excited. My mouth to impatient to tell my parents the news. The news that I had got the scholarship, I had worked too hard for. That I was the only one to get it. I felt ecstatic. I felt proud of myself. I felt as if I won at life.
Little did I know, that life is a series of battles. I had won only one battle.
I climbed upstairs, towards my parents' room, to tell them the news. What I heard, broke me.
"What do you mean we are bankrupt?" I heard my mom's scream, her voice hiccupping.
"Honey let me explain, please." My dad's quiet but tensed voice came out.
"What are these loan papers? These credit card bills? You took a loan of millions! What is there to explain." My mom said hysterically.
"Don't raise your voice, Miranda. I am your husband, not your servant." My dad said as he gritted his teeth.
"What you did, a husband would never do. Even servants are more faithful than you. You gambled, Tom. You have put our family's future at stake. We have nothing now. You've ruined us!" My mom's resonating voice and the voice of the slap filled my ears.
*Present Day*
It has been a year. But those words still haunt my mind. Those voices are an echo, in my empty mind. My siblings, my bestfriends, keep telling me to let go. But I cannot. I can't forget things easily. I let my past take over me, every single day. Leaving me broken and fragile.
I glanced at my reflection in the window. My eyes were puffy and red. My nose blocked. My face which finally had a genuine smile on its face, was back to being gloomy.
I was a moon without the sun's light.
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Traingers
Short StoryTrainger /'treɪn(d)ʒə/ noun a person whom one does not know but comes to know due to a train journey. Myra Andrews. A 19-year old frustrated student. Your image of a flawless girl. But how can she stay quiet when she realises that life is much more...
