Eenie Meenie

Eenie Meenie -Chapter 1, Nostalgia

 

 

Nancy. Her lips were pursed to the point where I discovered it was a quivering frown. Her eyes were closed in tired forbearance. Exhaustion, her heart were clearly broken in two. Though she showed little sign, there was misery and pain radiating from her pale translucent skin. She was sick. Mentally and physically. After thirty years of barely coping and just there’s, she was finally letting go. Finally letting it out. Finally breaking down. Her story is of deep aching pain and emotion. Of emptiness and love sacrifices. Of plain pure reality. That drops when one least expects it.

Nancy believes in God. He is there. He will drop it on you, only to rectify in the aftermath of your life. When god has truly planned one’s future. A sign. A sign to show that life gets worse, always worse and never better. Because at the end of life you die. You pass away and for eternity you are banished to a sickly dangerous life beneath the ground. In a hole only big enough to let out a breath. Barely. You were never truly gone, nor would it ever be that way. Because there was heaven and hell after life…then there was the part in between. The undiscovered horrors of dying….

Nancy lived that horror. The reality of not being able to breath freely, never escaping, never forgetting. Every breath was one of pain and angst and every glance was filled with regret and confusion. She was confused. Confused by her fate. Confused by the life she lived. A life of confusion. Deppresion. Uneasiness.

Nancy could never forget her pain. It was always there. How can you and I forget that she can never forget what never left. The only sense of reliability being the desolation of  dejection. Nancy mourned. She mourned the unforgettable loss of her pain free happy youthful days. She mourned the loss of her smile. She mourned her ability to do.

And as you read, you will feel anxious, overwrought….disconcerted. Why did you pick it up? Why is Gracie in pain? Why the hell are you still reading?

Because Nancy is a 30 year old woman with three kids and a working husband. Nancy is very, extremely ill. Nancy is weak. And Nancy is showing you the reason we are still reading, we can’t help. We don’t need to sympathise with her. We just need to feel what she feels. We need to help her. Nancy loves her family. Nancy doesn’t want to show her weakness to them. Nancy wants people to feel her weakness. So she isn’t forgotten. So she can feel less of it. Nancy is in pain. You are not. So why wouldn’t you read ahead?

 

 

Written By Belieber7565