She sat down, as she saw the bright lit candle shown its reflection in the window and vividly picture of herself, which she was unable to recognize. As she opened her diary, she started to write. Then, she stood up abruptly, tore the pages and started to yell. Every part of her body was aching then.
Sadness, she knew it was addictive, just like a drug, which would kill her up in the long run, with its most radical upshot. That she would have nothing at all, but just few reminiscences to live with. She found herself erased to that rubbed pieces no one ever wished to have. Life, it played again, cheated her, turned her just like autumn do to leaves, over which people love to walk ecstatically, enjoining, unaware of the stalwart pain.
Outside, wind started to blow and pushed the windows open. The candle snuffed out and there was absolute darkness. Amongst this obscurity, hallucinations found there way. “Die, useless creature!” Her parents told her, just because she failed them once again, another time. Soon, she started weeping breathlessly. Her eyelids went heavy. Dizziness surrounded and her body surrendered, lost its power and fell to the ground. An awkward silence arouse, as if the sky even grieved for her. She was dead.
She hoped that the things would turn the right way. She hoped that life would let her live but
these SCARS, these BRUISES, they were meant to be FOREVER.
