What have I done? Why can’t I control my emotions? Only because of me, Kiera left me; not only that, but the friendship and bond that I created with her are also ruined because of this, all because of me and my fucking mouth. Fool. Why don't I think that now, after all this, I can stop Kiera? And because of my mistake, Aria has to lose her mom too, but only because of me. “Kiera,” I called one more time, hoping that she would turn her back and come back, but all my hope ended when Kiera disappeared outside the door. I ran towards Kiera, wanting to stop her, but the phone ringing inside my pocket stopped my steps. I wanted to ignore the call, but looking at the caller ID, I took the call to my ear. “Hello,” I said, listening to the words very carefully. “We are coming." The call ended with a click, leaving me with a sinking feeling in my stomach. “Kiera, wait,” I said, running towards her, holding her arm, stopping her from moving any further. Kiera turned to her, staring at me with
"Jason, where are we going?" I asked for the fourth time, but Jason ignored my words and continued driving. I signed up that I couldn't do this any longer. Every time I want to forget the depressing past of life, it comes knocking right at my door. I don’t know what wrong I did to deserve so much in life. Even now, I should be in the hospital beside my dad, but look here, I’m with Jason, who is taking me somewhere unknown. Now that I’m thinking of Jason, both he and I have very similar struggles in life, and somehow our lives and reasons for pain are thoroughly connected with each other. I turned my eyes outside, looking at anything to distract my thoughts and mind. I’m so disturbed right now by all this that I want to shout until I lose my voice, but I can't. Since childhood, one thing that I have mastered myself to do is hide my emotions and pain, and now I'm so good at this that even when I want to cry, I can't. I can’t shout and show my pain, showing how much it hurts me when a
“Jason, what are you trying to say?" Why the hell am I so nervous, and why are my words shuttering? Is it because this conversation holds immense importance to me, or am I simply overwhelmed by the fear of being misunderstood? Jason walked closer to me, his eyes following my every move and not leaving me. I could feel the weight of his gaze, intensifying my unease. The vulnerability in his eyes made me realize that this conversation could potentially change everything between us. Jason stood tall in front of me with his towering, slender body, but even with his dominating aura, Jason's face showed the concern that he had for me. His brows furrowed slightly, and I could see the genuine care in his eyes. It was as if he understood the magnitude of my anxiety and wanted to reassure me that he was there for me no matter what. Jason placed both his hands gently on my shoulder. “Kiera, I know you’re hurt, and it's very hard to hide it. I know it because I was once in your shoes, and at th
I never thought that the girl I hated so much—the one I want to hurt and see hurt—could be so important in life—so important that when she truly hurts and cries, it hurts me when she becomes so important to me in my life. I don’t know how I can help ease the pain that she is feeling now. It’s very bad when we think that in an era where there is a cure for physical pain, there is nothing to ease the pain in her mind— a pain that is far worse than physical pain. It is something we can’t see nor can’t measure, and sometimes the people coming through this have been so bad fighting alone because they’re too afraid to show the vulnerability of their hearts and minds. They have no one who can help them heal, and there is one thing left after all this suffering that they think can ease the pain—the last but worst option—and that is to take their lives. I know this because I have been through the same pain, the same suffering, and the same loneliness, but somehow I survived this far and made
I placed one of the dearest things in Jason’s hand, reliving a part of my life that’s only known to a few. A secret that I don't even know about—something that’s a part of me, but hidden from me. I don’t even know if it’s alive or not. “She is my daughter,” I said, staring at Jason’s shocked face. I’m not surprised by how Jason reacted. I know that they did a background check on me, wanting to know every bit of information about me and my life. And that part was not known to him or anyone else. How can anyone know when I don’t know about it at all? My daughter only stayed a year with me before she was taken away from me, never to be seen again. “Where is she now?” Jason asked, staring at the picture. I signed as memories of the past came knocking back in my mind. “I don’t know,” I replied, my voice filled with a mixture of sadness and frustration. “What, how?” I replied, my voice trembling with emotion. Goosebumps pooped all over my body as both my mind and body went numb with my
From that day on, this place became my solitude too. And both I and Daniel used to come here regularly whenever we wanted. But after a few years, Daniel stopped coming here, and we lost all our contact. He became a comforting breeze in my life, which came and went with just a flick of a finger. I smiled at the sweet memories of this place and the solitude Daniel gave me when I needed it the most, but now, when I needed Daniel most in my life, he left me just like everyone else. Today is one of the days when I miss Daniel the most. Daniel was the person who gave me a sense of protection when I needed it the most. It's calm as the silence surrounds me in its grasp; it's just a ordinary day when I’m not feeling very well, disturbed, and wanting nothing but some time alone in the solitude of silence. And nothing is better than this place where I’m right now. Everything fades away when I’m here—no school where people call me weird and bully me for weird reasons, no house where there is
I don’t know when or how I fell asleep in such terrible circumstances, but I did. I guess the rain stopped long before. I can no longer feel the droplets falling on my body or my face, but my head is hurting so badly that I can’t even make myself open my eyes. When I woke up, the reality of my situation hit me like a ton of bricks. And wait, when the ground beneath my body becomes so soft and smooth, it feels like a bed. I struggle to remember how I ended up in this unfamiliar place. I cracked my eyes at the sudden realization, finding myself in someplace I had never been before. I moved my eyes, scanning the surroundings of the place. I was with white walls, twin beds, lots of books, a desk, and a cupboard. As I took in my surroundings, a sense of confusion washed over me. How did I end up in this room filled with unfamiliar objects? The white walls and abundance of books gave off an air of intellectualism, but they still didn't provide any clues as to how I got here. Nothing very
The moment we are born in this world, we are attached to people—the people who are the reason for bringing us into this world, the reason for our existence. If it's not for them, then we might not even be born in this world to be the new person that we are right now. And that is the day when we started living with people, because like any living being, we are all surviving, and the best way to survive is to make connections. Before coming into this world, we were alone, and we would be alone when we left this world, with nothing but our naked bodies, carrying only the memories and experiences we shared with others. Why I am saying all this, I don’t know. But it's the reality of all who are born and die one day. And like everyone else, I was born too, and now I know why, the day I was born, my father was not there to hold me in my arms and why, on every birthday, I was alone when everyone else had both of their families celebrating their birthdays with them. If it weren't for Jason,