The unseen reality

1. The Day I Lost It All!!

Life is not impossible.

Even with all the things you have in your mind going on things that occupy So much of your thoughts. Are those things worth giving time to? The answer your brain will give is yes. A very simple logic for it is. A person who murders' someone thinks, "that person deserved it!" Another person like a judge or a jury thinks, "nobody deserves to die or get killed." It's inhumane to kill a person to be mean to someone but a path that makes the people that way is considered by no one. The world can only work this way, the perspective, the conditions, the logic, the reason seperates every single man and women on this earth from each other.

This story I am about to narrate to you is the step towards that future. Today when you read this story I want you just not read or listen this I want you to live the characters and pick your favourite. It depends can you? Or you cannot?

I still remember the date. 5th October, 2015, the day I lost it all!

Cutting the call. I was so shocked to know what was said to me the anger the rage and everything in my part made such a adrenaline rush, I looked at the laptop the photo of two of us showing in the screen the smiling faces of us, 15 years have passed but he couldn't trust me, his childhood friend.

I couldn't resist the pain this behaviour of his gave me, and thinking of him made . Being a teenager is hard but facing your worst possible fears is just not up to the mark either. The love I had burned in the flames of accuses, distrust and most importantly our friendship, but the part which made me hate myself was that I couldn't even hate him. I could not hate that guy! I think of it as an mistake but I guess it weren't, "Innocent until proven guilty."

The thought of hating him made me wanted to rip out heart and just throw at him just to tell him how much he means to me. The thought of him leaving, him shouting at me for not being a friend, his words that named me a slut, and a bitch. Every word he said hit me hard, his face made me angry, angry that for so long he never really trusted me.

My eyes left the laptop and went on the hockey stick in corner of the room, while walking towards it the words, 'bitch','slut' repeating again and again, I picked the hockey stick up, not knowing what to do I just dragged it from that corner of my room. The energy the strength in me to even lift up a hockey stick felt like it disappeared. But as I reached to the laptop looking at his photos I couldn't resist the feeling, I picked up the hockey high in the air and swung it towards the laptop, thrashing the laptop in pieces as the laptop screen damaged, the keyboard the broken and started smelling the wires burning due to the short circuit in.

The first thing I realised which I shouldn't have but I did was I have no more photos of him, the fact that I have no more photos of him made me cry. I cried so hard. I couldn't control the tears I just ran out of my room. I wanted to talk with someone but I was alone in house at that time, which made it thousand times worse, I knew no one will understand me because no one ever asked me what actually happened that night, my dad did ask me, but his eyes told me that he doesn't believe my side of the story.

Even if someone was there in my house even my mom she never talked to me. Since childhood all I heard from her was l, "why are you doing timepass to study!" , "Don't talk nonsense!", "Shut up! And study!" Everyday the same thing made me close myself to everyone around. The only person I loved now hated me too.

The world kept closing and closing but even with it I felt a little good that atleast my dad heard me once.

I went to the terrace and sat in a corner next to my silly tent I made to feel like am camping when I was 7. My parents gave me everything I needed or anything that I asked for even increased my pocket money if I asked for some more of it. But it never felt like I needed more money. All I did was bought colors, pens, canvas, paints, and sometimes ate outside. My thoughts skipped from one rooftop to another as I went through the toys in my tent.