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I've been planning to write a story for a long time. I finally gathered up my courage and wrote 2 chapters. Can you guys comment on how it is and tell me if it's and if I can continue?
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What have I got myself into? I don’t know. I don’t even know who I am anymore. I hate myself for being like this. I’ve become the person I never thought I would become. Why do I have to lead such a cruel life? Why? Just why? Day by day this pain just grows. It never stops growing. How did I get here?
It all started on May 23rd 2017. Worst day of my life. Still feels like a nightmare. Only if it was one, I could have got over it. But it wasn’t. It wasn’t just a dream that I could get over. It happened. For real. And it hurts. A lot. Not just that it was a loss. I felt like my whole life was over. The person I cared the most about. The person who I trusted my whole life with. The person who I thought will always be there for me. The person who I thought would never leave me, Left me. He left me. He didn’t think about me. He was selfish. He only considered the pain in his heart. He didn’t care about me. He didn’t even think about me, not even for a second of how my life would be without him. He didn’t even bother about my survival after he left me. Only had he left me I would have been happy. But he left me forever. He killed himself. The only friend I had fucking killed himself. Why? I don’t know. He could have talked about it. But he didn’t. Now I have no one talk my heart out to. No one to hug when I’m down. No one to tell me I’m doing good. No one to encourage me. I’ll never get over the fact that the only friend I had, is no more. It’s been 4 years. But I still can’t believe that he is no more and he’ll never come back. I still hope that he’s out there somewhere and he’ll come out one day to say it was all a joke. I know it’s never going to happen because I saw his lifeless body lying there on the mortuary table. But I still hope for it. What an empty hope! For once, I thought my life had some meaning…Thud. For once I thought I had someone…THUD. I want him back…THUDD!! THUDD!! THUDD!
I shot open my eyes. “THUD! THUD! THUD!” I heard from the door. I was too weak even to move. I gathered up all the remaining strength I had and got up from my bed. “THUD! THUD! THUD!” I heard it again. “WHAT THE HELL MOM?”
“It’s 11 in the morning! What are you still doing?”
“It’s Sunday mom!”
“Whatever! Now open the door and come down. I’ve made breakfast.”
“Fine! Stop nagging.”
I rubbed my face and searched for my hair band. UGH! I can’t find them. Why? I can’t see. Why? I’m not wearing glasses.
Mission number 1: Find glasses.
This is the hardest part. Thing is I don’t keep things on their places. I keep them wherever I want and search for it whenever I want them again. Well, that was that. Now, find the glasses. I looked around. Open books lying here and there. Crumpled papers. Empty food bowls. Clothes all over my bed. I can see everything but my glasses.
“Ouch!” I stepped on a pin. UGH! I stopped at my dressing table. What a mess it was! It was not a mess with cosmetics but with paints. I’ve officially changed my dressing table into painting table. Why? Because I don’t give a damn about how I look. I stared into the mirror. Umm… I look good though. Who needs to dress up to look pretty? I stood there looking at the mirror for a minute and the thought stroke again. Ah! My glasses. Find them. I went through the scattered pallets and brushes. There you are. I found my glasses. Finally!
Now, Mission number 2: Find my hair band.
Frustration filled me. “Where are you now?!”, I screamed. “Atlantis”, I heard a voice. Who else could it be? My sister. “Shut up and mind your own business!”
I scanned the room again. Found it! Under the book shelf. I picked it up and tied my hair into a bun. Then I stepped into the bath and splashed some cool water onto my face. I looked into the mirror. The girl I knew was long gone. The one who’s standing in front of this mirror is someone who I couldn’t recognize. I stood there lost in my thought for a few minutes.
“Are you coming down or not?”
Ugh! Why does she have to bother about me all the time? I just can’t have any peace. Fortunately, I’m leaving for collage tomorrow. Freedom. Finally.
“Eve, give me a call if there’s something wrong.”
“I’m not a child mom. Stop pestering me!”
“Even if you get 100 years old, you’ll still be a child to me. Now be careful when you’re out there. Eat healthy. Don’t forg- “
“Aww… So sweet. Now let me go mom. You’ve told this for the hundredth time now.”
“Fine, have a safe ride dear. Take care.”
I kissed my mom goodbye.
“You’re forgetting something”, said my mom.
“Not something, it’s someone.” Who else could it be? My sister, El.
“I’d rather call it ‘some shit’.” I smirked.
“Oh please, mom. As if you’ve never used them.”
“Do you want me to curse you when you leave now?”
“Sure, mom. Thank you.”
“Whatever, now get going.”
“Are you chasing me out now?”
I pouted. El came near me and whispered in my year, “Get going. Your boyfriend might be waiting for you.”
“Well, Ellen. Don’t be jealous of your sister. Jealousy is harmful for health.” I shot back.
“Don’t let your imaginations run wild. Well, you can. Since it’s just an imaginary one.”
“I’m not desperate like you to get one. I’m good myself. Thanks. Now I’ve gotta go. Goodbye dear (note the sarcasm). Goodbye mom!”
“Take care dear.”
I checked in. And turned back to see El waving her kerchief and wiping her eyes dramatically at me. I eye rolled and waved back at her.
Oh, what’s awaiting there for me! I sighed.
It was a long ride. A looooooooong ride. I think I haven’t introduced myself.
Eve. Everleigh Ackermann.
Well, that didn’t turn out like James bond. But still. It was cool in my own way, I guess. So, let’s get back to the story. Here’s summary of why I am here. I’ve always wanted to be an architect. I’m here to pursue my dreams. I’ve been through lots of hardship to get here. I’ve spent my days and nights to get here. It’s not something I got so easily into.
Well, right now, I’m standing in front of my dream university. My dream came true. Finally!
‘UNIVERSITY OF HALEDINE’
I saw these enormous words on top of most of one of beautiful places I’ve ever seen. Well, at least to me it is beautiful. It may not be to others since they don’t know about the hardship I’ve been to get here. So, I carried my stuff and went it. I’m not lying but the air felt so fresh in here.