“Mom let’s go”, my brother shouted. “Bye”, I said.
I shut the door and moved towards my room, with my phone in one hand, a clenched fist, moistened eyes, and a pricking throat. I sat on my bed and before I could do anything, I bursted up. Tears streamed down. My nose turned red. I started coughing. The strong walls I had built just broke in a fraction of a second. My eyes were burning, turning red. But, the tears just streamed down continuously.
My fear proved to be my fear. Again. They said, they wouldn’t make me feel the way others did, but yeah, how did I just believe them again. It was all the same. Everything from 9 am to 5:30 pm. And, the kind of texts I recieved from people, worsened the situation. I had been a third wheel since long, and yes obviously, now too.
Everything from the start played in my head. Not once, not twice, but a couple of times. My eyes kept dripping. My heart was broken, shattered in pieces. I had no control on whatever I was doing, from pulling my hair to rapping the ruler on my hand. My hand had turned red. It hurted, but not as much as it did to make me wanna cry.
I am sick and tired of such a life. Every time I feel something good is gonna happen, it’s just the opposite. People enter my life, alter a part of me, and… well, leave. Why? Why do I need to face this? I haven’t hurted anyone. Have I? I haven’t stolen anyone’s smile. Then why do they do this? Why just me every single time?
There, the time just passes by… and its been half an hour since I lay on my bed, doing nothing but letting my eyes dry out.