She sat on the swing, the wind
gently caressing her face. Her long
blonde hair was a mess, but she never realized.
She was lost in deep thought, as her eyes started to fill up in tears,
vision blurred. She couldn’t help but
think back to that night; the night when her pretty perfect life turned upside
down, the night she learned the horrible truth, the night she lost everything.
She was tired.
Tired of how the people around her treated her; tired of trying to live
up to expectations; tired of living in fear; tired of living a life for others
and never for herself; tired of bottling up all the emotions and pain inside
her. Finally, as if a sign of defeat, tears
started to trickle down her cheeks. She
just sat there, wind in her hair, tears streaming down her face. She didn’t understand why, and how; that
while all the other people her age were out there enjoying their lives at the
peak, she was here, lost and wandering around helplessly in the deep valley of
despair, not knowing where she was going.
Suddenly, she heard a voice calling
her name. She lifted up her face and
looked around, expecting to see someone walking towards her, but her eyes found
no one. She cried even harder. Who was she, to think that there might
actually be someone who cared enough about her to come all the way out here
just to make sure she’s okay? She blamed
herself for her foolishness, for actually hoping that someone might come for
her. Why else did she come all the way
out here, away from the people and the hectic life in the city anyway? She wanted to be alone, to be deserted, and
just to be far away from all that was familiar to her.
Now that she had started to cry, the tears
just wouldn’t stop. She could no longer
hold back everything she had been holding in for her whole life. She cried and cried; a devastating story
behind every tear. All she wanted to was
just to cry her heart dry, cry out every single drop of blood her crushed heart
contained, cry out every single wave of emotion that ever existed in her heart,
cry out every single ray of hope; she wanted to cry her heart empty. It hurt her, so much; but it felt so good, to
finally be able to let all that out, after all those years. She knew it was her only chance to let go of
herself, and she didn’t even bother to stop.
She started to regret coming out here alone; she was craving for human
closeness, a pat on her shoulder, a friendly embrace, someone to tell her that
everything was alright, even if it was just a plain lie; but she desperately
needed that.
The sun
was setting. Shadows grew longer and
darker by the minute. Her phone
rang. It was an alarm clock. 6.45, her phone read. Darn it was late. She willed herself to stop, willed those
tears to dry. She steadied herself,
clearing up her thoughts once again. How
silly of her to have cried so much just now, she thought, mocking herself
silently. She took out a brush and
combed her hair into a high ponytail; a tissue whipped out from her bag to wipe
away any trace of a breakdown there was on her face. She sat back on the swing, swaying there in
the dark. 19th February, a day spent alone on a swing, what a great day. She smiled to herself, trying to forget about everything that happened earlier. She put on her armour of smiles again, bottled all those emotions back. Then she stood up and looked at the swing for one last time. She wouldn’t be here anytime soon she guessed. So she went over to the bushes and plucked a bunch of daffodils and put it on the swing. Stay here for me, she whispered to the flowers, stay here until the next time I come back, please. And with that, she left.
“But I
know you’re just gonna go off with the wind and forget about me, you silly
little flowers; just like everyone else in my life did to me. Oh well, what did I expect from a bunch of
flowers?” She smirked, and pulled out
her phone. She called her dad and came
up with an excuse for her disappearance that day, as she started to make her
way home. Everything else was hidden
away deep inside her. No one would ever
know what happened that day, absolutely no one.
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