Everyone has that story in their lives that they can't tell it to anyone. some are even scared to think about it while some are still prisoner of the past dark stories. Such stories are those that we can't even tell our best friends or our significa...
"It's almost six ten in the evening I have to rush home. I can't miss the sunset. Its become a custom in my life to witness the sunset." I tell myself as I quickly walk...no, run towards the second class estate of the town.
"Hello sweetheart! How was your day?" Mom asks me when she catch a glance of me by the door as I was trying to get my boots off my feet.
"Good. And yours?" I quickly answered back and rushed upstairs to my room which was on the second floor of our three-storey house. I heard her reply with "was good too" and I get to my room which was the only room that was occupied up here. The rest of the family occupied the room downstairs.
I locked the door from inside and dropped my backpack on the table. I then dropped the fitting pink dress that I was wearing, I changed into a jeans hot pant and a white crop top before picking up my iphone and sitting on a large sofa that was facing a large glass window. And that's only when my head calmed down and I totally relaxed.
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It has been two years now since I started sitting at this sofa and witness the sunset at the end of everyday. Whenever I was sad or angry or had a bad day, then I would always curl myself in this sofa and witness as the sun went down the horizon and as a result the clouds in the furthest West would change their color to orange pinkish. Ever since, I've been that girl who would always sit for hours and wait for the sun to set and I would always admire the view. The scene always gave me hope and inspired me that there will be a happy ending in my life. I always asked myself, "Don't they say that sunsets are proofs that endings can also be magnificent?"
When the sun was now deep in the horizon, I pulled my phone that was lying on the other end of the sofa and checked the time, it was seven o'clock already. I stood up and closed the curtains and switched on the lights to my room and sit in front of my mirror and stare at myself for sometime.
I tell myself, "this is the real me. Don't I look good in this top? And this hot pant? Isn't it my favorite? I love this person infront of me whose in just a jeans pant and a top not the one who is always forced to be in princess dresses that are made too fitting at the top and flow at the bottom or in a plain dress that is to the knees length and had a few roses and sparkling pearls at the neck collar. Why has my life to be this tough? Can't I free like a free bird? Can't I break this cage that holds me in?..." In the middle of my conversation with myself, I heard my phone ringing and went over to the sofa and saw that is was mom calling so I picked it up, "Yes mom?"
" Ooh dear! Did you loose the time conscious? It's time for supper come downstairs no one will come up there to get you nor bring you food. Be quick honey " and before I could even say anything or even nod, she hunged up the phone.
I then changed into the same pink dress I had before when I come into my room. And then went downstairs as I rubbed my tears that were flowing before I was interrupted my mom in my self conversation. As I reached the last corner of the staircase and I would be in the sight of everyone, I stood straight and pulled my hair to my back sice I had placed all of my hair on one side and exposed my neck. I made sure the make up was just okay and then went over to everyone.
