I opened my eyes, it was blurred. I rubbed them and now I see clearer. “Where am I?” I asked myself. This place is not familiar. It seems I have never been here or seen this before even though I had traveled many countries yet.
I walked around the place. It was so peaceful, no pollution but I can’t see anyone. Trees are swinging with the blow of the fresh air and flowers are so bounty. I remembered the last scene; I jumped from the highest floor.
“Am I dead?”
“Is this heaven?” I asked myself.
Then suddenly I said. “No, I’m not in heaven it’s impossible. I don’t deserve to be.”
I walked and walked around just trying to find someone to talk to.
“Is there anybody out there?” I shouted but no one answers.
I walk and walk around until I found a girl sitting under the shadow of a huge tree. I walk to her place. I stopped on her back not far enough to hear her sobbing. I stepped closer to her.
“Are you alright?” I asked.
She didn’t answer but she looked at her back where I am standing. I saw her eyes straight looking at me. I was startled. Her face is so courageous but deep in her eyes I feel the pain. She was so gloomy. She tried harshly to stop her tears from falling down. Then she smiled at me slightly.
“What’s your name?” she asked.
“I am Angelo, how about you?” I replied.
“I am Jelsha.” She answered.
I asked her why she’s crying but I was shocked with her answer after she cleared her throat.
She said “I want to live.” I chuckled,
“Why? Are we dead now?” I asked with grin.
But what she said next makes me more confused.
“We are not dead but we’re dying.”
“What do you mean?” I asked confusedly.
“We are here in this place where our spirit can take a rest. In this time and in this place we will decide if we will just let our self dying end up dead or continue on fighting for our lives.”
“I’ll just let myself die” I said. Then she looks at me terribly.
“How can you say such a thing?” she asked.
“Simply because life is not worth living” I answered with bitterness.
“It is full of pains, pressures and problems and broken promises. So I end it up.” I continued.
She was shocked of what she heard and asked. “Did you commit suicide?” I answered yes but suddenly she stood up and slapped me.
“Why? Why do people who have been given a chance to live waste their lives and wanted to die? I can’t understand.” She said hysterically and sits down again crying.
I sat beside her and said,
“Simply because life for me is so miserable to live on”.
