It’s me… I choose this… I choose all of this.
But it wasn’t supposed to happen. I shouldn’t be left here alone. Why? Why me?
Fearing for my life, I am trying to drag my broken body towards a familiar face that hurriedly running towards me.
Within a second, I feel a lot warmer as I opened my eyes I saw that face holding me, screaming, crying. Her warm lap comforted me a lot. I felt her warm teardrop falling down my cheek.
By seeing her crying, I felt like someone is tearing my heart apart. I opened my mouth just to say “mom, don’t cry. Please don’t cry” but only blood came out of my mouth as I attempt to say something.
As she screamed for help by seeing me like this, I reflected a life time memories…
“Hurry up, the dinner is getting cold” my mom shouted.
“Coming” I murmured under my breath.
Walking through the stairs, my heart is beating fast as I am about to ask her if I can go to a friend’s party, but after I asked her I wasn’t expecting her to snapped at me.
I was too stubborn I guess which made her angrier and cause her to shout at me. Didn’t realise it before, without thinking anything I said to her some harsh words. “I hate you” “I hate my life” “I hate this world” but I didn’t mean it from my heart, she knows that I love her no matter what, right?
I really wish I could have said that to her earlier…
Furious, angry and livid- I stormed off slamming the door behind me. Bang! I heard the sound as the door closed.
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As I walked outside, I felt like my whole body is freezing. The weather is icy cold, depressing and miserable. I didn’t know why but the weather made me feel guilty for some reason. The black pitch sky is imitating me by reflecting my feelings with the weather.
The wind is chasing all the dead leafs off the road. I feel like everything was in hurry as if it’s their last day on earth. The all trees are banging with each other causing their branch and leaf to fall off; seems like they are trying to run away from something.
Suddenly everything was silent, no noise or anything. I felt something is following me, to check looked behind; the second I looked at the dark tall trees, goose bumps covered my whole body. I felt a chill ghostly wind passing through me, causing my blood o freeze. The trees are threatening, warning me and the birds are whispering about me. I screamed why? Who’s there? What do you want? No answer, just silence.
What is that? Confused, frightened and horrified, it looks like a human shadow, MY shadow but really big. I wasn’t expecting a shadow on the dark, but it’s not dark, there is bright light from nowhere. I feel like my own shadow is hunting me with the help of the light, behind me.
What’s going on?
Before I could look behind… bang…
I was flung dramatically to the surface of the road that once was leading many happy faces to their destination.
Blackness… I opened my eyes, found myself lying on the road. I needed a moment to recount my thoughts, to recollect what just happed.
Something hit me for sure! Then I saw a half broken car front of my face, everything became clear to me. The car failed to brake against this icy slippery road, leading me to my worst destination where no one wants to go.
Now I think I know what was following me! It was my death; it was my deadly self, my selfish self…
Knowing all too well made me realise that it was too late for me. I am no fortune teller but I knew that death was chasing me, staring at me where I can’t hide. The death is slowly approaching towards me; my heart is screaming to get out of my own body. Hanging. Nor alive, nor dead. Considering it as my pitiful fate…
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Just one regret… my final words to my mother can never be said. Her lasting memory will be our argument; she will only remember the words ‘I hate you’…
I saw some flashing red lights and then my mom started to comforting me with her shaky voice saying “everything is going to be fine, nothing will happen to you, I won’t let anything happen to you” I looked into my mother’s eyes, hoping she can understand me, understand what I want to say.
Can you hear me mom?
No matter what happen, I love you, I always have and I always will…
