I am no Samaritan,
And lack rectitude.
I do reminisce,
I do crumble
For I am not relentless.
I do render,I do,
I just need time.As I am a lackadaisical,
A lacunae, probably.
No,not a lackluster,
Just slower.
_life?
I am not so petty to let go of this life just because of an incident. Never. Don't judge me for 'my' actions for I have thought a hundred times before executing them. I am not stupid.Even I was someone who smiled, who
laughed,and fooled around. It just began to change and this change led me here.I tried to remain firm but these legs got weak after sometime and reality hit me hard. There were factors. Those which made me stumble and eventually crawl.
I thought I had finally made a best friend but I was wrong. Best friends never hid things and it was never a one way thing.
I thought I had managed to crush on someone,a normal thing for humans but I got stuck.
I thought people around me were genuinely caring but then it was only because it made them look nice. I began feeling I had a huge sign stuck on my forehead which read,"Help Centre!" I liked helping around,I did but then my pretence lost it's zeal.
I tried sharing but never received an eager ear. I did not know my narration was coated with desperation for attention. People made me realize but I still fail to understand what did I do,to learn it this way.
After a moment of sharing,and laughing, I thought they were interested in my company but this naive idiot, was always fooled.
Gradually,my anger increased and so did my loneliness but then I grew find of this solitude. It gave me the space I always wanted. It was going well until my stupid confession.
I thought it was my problem but people made it ours. I thought not reacting would end this but it just kept growing until it finally reached the brim. I knew I had rubbed my self esteem so hard that now it was difficult to gather it back in one piece.
They were just factors but it was up to me whether I should react to it or leave it. I chose the later but my legs felt trapped and I began to let go slowly. The thoughts these factors had brought, grew within me and I hate to admit that it was me who allowed it.
I knew I was the one nursing it and it did outgrow me after sometime. I lost purpose, curiosity, interest everything in this world or my life.
I had allowed myself to become like the empty shell found on beaches. I felt hollow and it did not stop there. This hollowness,now grew.
I saw no reason to live but I knew that taking my own life was also not the option. Organ donations. This fit perfectly for me. I just had to give my life but save a couple. They would treat my organs better.
So here I am,Infront of the main office in th hospital. I would have me schedule ready today. I needed to live before I change my mind.
Before walking inside,I take a deep breath. "This is a good act. If I do this, I could use it as a bribe against God to allow me to turn into stone in my next life." I walk in but then I stop in my tracks when I see the most unexpected person to be seated here.
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Another Chance
Teen FictionHer confession made it all weird. He returned after leaving but only when she has to leave. Someone made her do so