Carnage

1

I sit against this melancholic outer wall of my college. Everyone has left, it's been three hours since the bell rang. Normally I would've reached home by now. I live in Folasi, the neighbouring city; it's a two hour drive.
I see the cars passing by, sending waves of polluted air across my blank face. I could jump or maybe lay down on the road and let a car drive over me, it wouldn't be that hard, nobody would notice.
But my heart it clings to life, it wishes not to let go, it fears oblivion.

Despite just having gone through the most tragic of all the tragic things I had been through, I felt a divine calm fall over me. This sort of freedom, of not being known or attached to anyone. This insignificance, how liberating it was, to not be bound by anyone, to not matter to anyone.