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                 Maya 

No matter how tired I am, I decided to strain myself even more by watching Love Island. Right after that, my daily ritual commenced. I searched up 'Polymorphic light eruption and photosensitivity', and just sit there,at the dead of the night, sulking in front of the screen under my covers. It's good to know that atleast someone, somewhere out there shares the same feeling of pain that I feel. Except ofcourse my parents, and random people with sympathy. It's not like I would ever want someone to struggle like me, it's just I feel a sense of burden off my shoulders if they suffer too. The most sadist thought, but no one except them can ever imagine what I'm going through. Not even my family. They sure do pity me love me more then ever, but they can't support me if I ever ask to be free, as that would risk my survival harshly. I stop my train of thought, shut the laptop close and chuck it aside on my side sofa. Due to over exhilerating myself, my eyes flicker and I easily fall asleep.

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The next morning, I wake up to a piercing siren. At first I worry that it's coming for me, but I feel just about right, and as I open my eyes, I don't see my my weeping parents nervously nestling me. So I just lay there, to analyse where exactly that siren is coming from. I get up, numbly and weebly head to the window. I smudge the fog off the crystal cornered window, and peep out. An ambulance is parked out one the Browns' lawn. I figure that it might be the granny in their household, but then when the doors of the ambulance wheel open, I can't help noticing an angel-like, handsome boy laying paralysed on the stretcher. His pale face has one not-so-pale spot under his right eye. There is a stitch on this eyebrow and looks pretty bruised. His looks are as appealing and adding to look at as much as that of a vampire. And all i can manage to think is, how can one look so handsome?

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