The mobile phone rang in the evening for the fifth time. I sighed while looking at the black cell phone. Finally I made a swift move and picked it up.
“Hello? Hey how are you doing?”
I refused to reply and breathed heavily.
“Are you there? How are you doing Sylvia?” Ethan kept on asking the same question repeatedly.
What do I say to him? That I drove myself to the river side with a weak, coward soul and returned with having accomplished what I intended? Or that the bare minimal that I eat tastes like gall or even worse chokes me to death? That the sharpest objects in view seem lucrative but not enough to give me peace in the most desired ways or the air I breathe in seems to be running out?
“Hey…” I pressed the ‘call end’ button and stared out of the window into complete bleakness.
Sometimes I shiver, even when the sunlight hits my skin and then my eyes wander off to relive old days. I tried reading a book but for the first time it scared me off. The warm cup of tea was barely able to melt the icicles covering my heart. It’s cold. Really cold.
The notepad sitting on top of my desk fluttered.
I think it’s time, that I knotted all the loose ends together.
…
I halted the car in the drive and walked over to the bridge. The river glistened in sunlight. A voice seemed to hover near my ear and then move away in slow pace toward the farthest ends of the river.
A kid came over and hung himself on the barricades of the bridge. She had a pink candy floss in her hand.
“Hello” the words were aimed towards me with a smile. I felt my muscles straining into a bare smile.
She was wearing a black top frilled near the sleeves.
“Are you too mourning the death of someone? My uncle Cavin just died.” she said to me, after taking a brief glance at my short black dress.
I replied while looking at the river, “yes”. I could see a burly woman calling out “Zoe…” from across the bridge. It must have been her mother as the girl hastened to ask before her mother could sweep her away-
“Whose death are you mourning?”
I smiled.
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To The Place I Belong
Teen FictionMeet Sylvia Jones, whose life is butchered due to the deaths of her close ones. She fights depression along with her conflicted feelings that make her question if this is really the place where she belongs. She persistently asks that one single ques...
