A Short Story

She felt weightless, as her eyes fixated from white dress clad fairies to the blurred images of people she recognized back from her memory. She was trying to remember her story. Loud weeps by her mother was not at all helping, she found it annoying. She was losing blood and litres of it and soon she would be joining her nagging grandparents in heaven. She wanted to narrate her story before her name was permanently erased from this planet.

Born as the eldest daughter of an upper middle class family, she had everything that an average girl could wish, a house, doting parents, a brat brother, shelves filled with medals and trophies that her parents proudly talked about to their colleagues, a handsome boyfriend whom her parents loved (they even were making arrangements for their wedding). Then why did she take such an extreme step? Love failure? NO! ghosts from her past? NO then what?. You may find it hard to digest but, she was a victim of depression. She always felt unloved, she always felt lonely, she always felt she was not good enough, she never had REAL friends. She knew something was wrong with her, she tried to talk with her parents and boyfriend but, both of them rubbished it of as her changing mood due to fluctuating hormone levels. She fought with ‘him’ over their dwindling conversations, he counter attacked saying he was too tired to hear her ramblings. On another day, she complained how lonely she felt even after being in a relationship and again he counter attacked her by telling that he was not a mind reader. She closed her doors shut, wept with her head under the pillow, smudged the kajal all over her face after all the only things she wanted were: to be reminded everyday that she was loved, she wanted to be held in his arms and be embraced, she wanted to be woken up by his dreams but, all she had were nightmares. The more she tried to push away, the more steeper she fell into a world she had not fathomed, she was eclipsed by dark clouds sucking away her joy. All she wanted was someone, anyone to hear her heart breaking tears, her sound echoed through vacuum and her own echo hit her ears hard. She felt this heart piercing call, to hurt , to torture her soul, she could derive happiness from proving her worthlessness. She tried to distract herself from the repeated calls by indulging in shopping. She forgot that material things could just provide momentary happiness, she would feel tinge of happiness when she touched and felt new things but, soon they would pave way to more guilt and turmoil. She filled in his absence with books and blogs, neither could either do any justice in erasing her pain. Finally, it was time to take a decision...the faces of all those she loved dearly appeared before her, it was as if watching a movie, a small biopic played before her....her  baby steps, her first day in school, college everything was being played out in random order. As she held the blade closer to her wrists she could imagine the pale faces of her parents, the pain it would cause them but, she had to get away with the pain which was consuming her..... she was left with no choice. She let the sharp edges of the blade kiss her flesh, she gasped for fresh air ....she saw blood all around.... She was losing blood and litres of it and soon she would be joining her nagging grandparents in heaven. She wanted to narrate her story before her name is permanently erased from this planet.