The Story Behind

Day 2

Briony and Zac's misunderstandings cleard so did the dark clouds. It wasn't raining anymore. It was a bright morning with the sun beaming through the clouds.

Briony was getting late for her job Interview so she had to take a taxi instead of the subway train. She paid for the taxi and rushed to the interview waiting room. She saw the last interviewee being called and Briony panicked.

"Excuse me, I'm so sorry, there was a lot of traffic jam! Can I still take the interview?" She pleaded. " If interviewee no. 30 doesn't have any problem. Because the interview needs to be done in 20 min, so she has to allow to spare you some time" the attendant explained the situation.
"Please miss i really need to take this interview, please" Briony pleaded and the lady interviewee let her take the interview even though it had reduced her time slot.

The Lady Interviewee's POV:

Finally I can get through this. I need to get this job for Leesa's sake. She needs a proper childhood. I looked at myself in the mirror and I looked absolutely miserable and dispirited. My clothes looked shabby but truth is real. These were the only clothes with are in a good condition.

'Mrs. Brendon? Can you look after my baby for sometime. I will be back as soon as possible. I have really importantinterview' I asked her but it hits me hard every time I see Mrs Brendon make that face of how ruined I am right now.

She is our neighbor and has seen what I've been through but still like everybody else she looks down at me, why? because I have a child who's dad ran away with another women but what's worse is, he took all the money and left us in debt and misery. There is no way we could get hold of him. The police can't do anything as he has fled to some foreign country. But I rather not have anyone pity me than scold me.

Anyway, Mrs Brendon accepted my request but for the last time. I wasn't happy but I was thankful. I took a the bus and reached there one time. They were just about to get started, but my slot number was 30 which was the last.

Its been 2 hours, haven't had a meal since yesterday and waiting here just made it worse. But I knew I could do this, all the consulting I did during college days came in handy. I was confident of what I am capable of yet the situation I was in right now made me anxious.

"Wooh...." I let out deep breath calming myself down as I was in a little early as no 29 didn't come....yet. I saw a girl sprinting towards me and while panting she asked the attendant "Excuse me, I'm so sorry, there was a lot of traffic jam! Can I still take the interview?" She pleaded. She was young and beautiful. Her clothes were crisp. This made me think of the decisions I made in the past? Were they right?

" If interviewee no. 30 doesn't have any problem. Because the interview needs to be done in 20 min, so she has to allow to spare you some time" the attendant explained the situation. I stood there doing nothing but have depressing thoughts.
"Please miss i really need to take this interview, please" She pleaded with a pouty face leaving me with no option but to let her as she reminded me of me. " omg thank you so much. Thank you." She said with a baking face and went in.

She came later than expected  but she looked pretty confident and thanked me once again for letting her take sometime of her slot. I went in to see the interviewers tired from the 3 hour long session and they wanted to wrap this up. They didn't seem interested in anything I said. They probably judged me before I could prove myself.

I left the building dejected. They already decided whom to hire. It wasn't my age, it wasn't my status, it was just me who looked ragged inside out. I gave them an unprofessional vibe. Its all my mistake that my child is not going to live a good life.

I reached home with swollen eyes from the river which flowed. I was covered on a winter night with the reek of alcohol.  "Livia, where have you been roaming giving me your burden. Don't tell be you are going around with guys doing dirty things. You have a child to raise." Mrs. Brendon screamed on my face, shoving Leesa in my hands. My cold hands embraced my pitiful child, my eyes had no tears left. Everything was falling apart, every bad luck surrounded me.

The house was dark, the bills were unpaid the electricity was out. It was freezing. The weather was desperately cold but was much better than the humans I faced everyday. It seemed like I have at last come to that point where dying was a better option.

'Dying is not a choice, it's an undeniable fate' these words had me living through all the struggles of life. I am 29 and I had seen enough and these words are turning to be a lie I was hypnotized by. Leesa was sleeping for a while now and I didn't know the reason. I ran my hand on her forehead and she was burning. The temperature wouldn't reduce, and she wont wake up. She had gone dead in my hands. My four month year old daughter has gone pale. My mind didn't work, my legs didn't move, I froze, my heart stopped beating. I dropped her on the floor terrified by looking at her. Being a mother for the first time, I didn't know what to do. I tried to calm myself down. I wrapped her in my arms and ran out. I ran to the nearly hospital.

The doctors kept checking her pulse and moved her to the ER. I was losing my sanity. I wasn't crying anymore. I stood there, in the hospital hallway looking at them take her away. My whole life fell apart every second I was in the hospital. The doctor came soon after and my eyes screamed for the wellness of my child.

"We are sorry, it was a case of SIDS (Sudden Infant Death Syndrome)" He said with no emotion. I collapsed. Everything faded away slowly, the voices, the light. 'Ma'am are you okay? please come to senses.' voices were distant. "She is dead. I killed her. I killed my daughter. I couldn't take care of her. I let her die. I..... LET HER DIE." I kept repeating it. Many pitiful eyes surrounded me. Many whispered. But all I heard were the choices i took in the past mock me for being terrible at choosing.

My life just left me. My heart is still beating uselessly. My existence took a life. And yet I can't end this.

Livia a young women in her late twenties played the role as Interviewee no. 30 who existed to let the protagonist show her desperation for the interview but Livia had a story behind than just being an interviewee. She lost daughter due to her lack of acceptance of the situation. Similarly we are the protagonist of our life but we encounter protagonist from different books who aren't mere one scene characters, we should know that there is A Story Behind.

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