Telephone Call

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by 4cofeen

by 4cofeen

Pathetic, a word that comes in my mind after seeing my reflection. I look at the sky and realize that it stopped raining. I didn't move. I don't even remember how long I've been standing here, paralyzed. It is like I lost my senses to even move myself.

I look down and stare at the reflection. I let out a sneer. You've gotta be fucking kidding me. Who would've thought that after everything I've done, I'm still stuck here. Everything, I've tried everything, in hopes of a little change. Yet I'm still here, stuck in a puddle of dirt.

Do I look Happy? Living a life? No. I-i I look pathetic. I laugh. What else can I do?

It's funny. Funny how we all can see through that we're gonna fuck up at some point in our life. Hardships, death, tragedies; they're all part of our normal life. One way or another we're gonna experience that and all we can do is to accept it. We can't even question why, it just what it is.

We strive so hard for meanings, purpose, and change, for what? To conceal the truth that this is all pointless?

I'm pathetic but so are most of the people.

Why can't it just end already? It's gonna end anyway. Why not now?

I've done my part. I've tried...

But life just had to stop and let you down when you did nothing but stood up.

I smile, and the image mimics it. A drop of water falls at the puddle, creating ripples that distort the exactness of my reflection.

I took me long enough to realize that the droplet came from me. It stopped raining. It was shed of my own. I never knew I was a crybaby untill now.

I took the last of the substance I was drinking the bottle I was drinking and finally found a courage to walk away.

Ah? Where are we going, mind you, I don't even know myself. I let my feet get me where it wants to. Horn, I hear a loud sound of horn. Am I supposed to die with a car accident? Oh? I'm not dead. Ugh. The lights blinding. An old man approach me and starts talking gibberish. I chuckled at the sound. It's like he's using an alien language. I don't understand what he's saying so I starts walking away. "Idk man, enjoy you're night!" I said cheerfully to our guy.

So where are we? I start pointing my finger. Streets? Too many of them. Where do we go? Ah right. Down that alley. You know Elizabeth? Wait are you Shane? Good gracious. You can't be Bernadette right? Wait? Who am I talking to? I'm all alone! I burst out laughing. Oh lord I must be crazy.

I remember, I heard someone told me before that when we feel that we had it all, a person will pop at our head, a person that we know we can lean on. Seriously, Those girls left me. How can I lean on them? Bullshit.

I must be really unlucky when the rain started to pour again. Oh? A payphone. I walk towards it. I don't know what came over me but I decided to dial a number. I don't even know who I'm dialing to. My hands do the work like they know and memorize every number they touch. The phone rings.

"H-hello?" I introduced. static sounds are what i hear in response.

"I must be bothering you, but I just call by to see if you're okay," i stopped.

"You must be wondering, right? I don't know. it's just..." my voice broke.

"I failed. Again. I haven't changed I'm sorry. I hope you're hearing this but I tried, really. I've tried for us. I thought that I'm going to be loved if I change. I thought that you're going to finally accept me. But here we are. I'm still what I am since then. I've tried. Yet we're still stuck here. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"I'm still the same."

I'm still you.

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