The Untold

025 : Short Story

She sat quietly on her bed and tried not to make any noise that may disturb others who were asleep. She listened to a song that, she thought, may help her to calm herself down. The lights were turned off. The street light from the outside was the only thing that lighted the whole room.

Everyone was sleeping and dreaming for something good. But there she was, wide awake. She closed her eyes and felt the cold breeze that hugged her from behind. She rubbed her hands on her shoulder trying to lessen the cold she felt. The windows were open, letting the night wind to come inside. The curtains were dancing freely with the wind.

It was a quiet and peaceful night indeed. While enjoying the feeling of being hugged by the cold wind and being surrounded by darkness, she didn't notice that the mild music turned into a sad one. She opened her eyes and saw a child being scolded by her father. The child tried to hide all the tears falling from her eyes. Under her old sweater are scars and bruises caused by her very own father.

Then there was a little girl being insulted because of her appearance. The thing they call "mark of ugliness" covers her beautiful face. She lost the little self-esteem and confidence she had for herself. Her beautiful fantasies were ruined by insults she received each day. Until she saw herself hanging from the ceiling with a chair below her.

The next thing she knew, there were droplets of water falling from her eyes until these droplets turned into river. River of tears flowed from her eyes, tracing her cheeks down to her chin until it reached the blanket covering her legs. She shrugged everything she saw off and hugged her knees tightly.

Extreme sadness and anxiety had eaten her again. Her demons made their way out. She covered her mouth really hard to prevent herself to make a noise. She didn't want anyone to see her weak. She didn't want anyone to realize how fragile she is. She didn't want anyone to know how fucked up her life is.

She was too weak to stop herself from crying. She was too weak to get hold of herself. She was too weak to fight her own demons. All she thought was to end her life instead. She thought that it will solve everything. She thought that it will end her sufferings.

She ended that night with a wet pillow and sore eyes. She allowed the cold bars of sadness to lock her in her own prison again. She fell asleep with tears on her eyes and her demons by her side. Thousands of questions are keep running in her mind, but she doesn't even have a single answer to it.

And within a few hours, another day arrived. Another day to show everyone her very sweet smile, to make everyone laugh and to cheer everyone up. And another night to drown herself with sadness. Again.

It saddens her that she can show the whole world that she's fine, but deep within her is a fire trying to eat her and a demon she can't tame.