Refresh.

I pick myself up from my bed after spending 4 hours crying my heart out. I find my way to the bay window across the room. I glance out at the sky and see the sun gently sinking herself… I looked down on the lawn and watch my little brother playing with his toy car. He seemed really happy. Little did he know, what his own sister is going through…

I can vaguely hear my favourite sitcom playing on TV. Must be my father’s  desperate efforts to cheer me up.

I now find myself staring at nothing in particular. The events of yesterday night rush through my head so fast and scratch my heart again and again. It was the night I lost my best friend to someone so pathetic. I never knew our friendship was so fragile. It was the night every ‘is’ turned into a ‘was’. It was the night my choices were jeered. It was the night I lost all things fake.

Misfit.

April clicked another round of pictures of the astonishingly alluring hill view. She certainly wasn’t much of a photographer, but her photos had the air of happiness in them. She drops herself on the grass, and looks up at the sky which looked like it was reflecting her blank state of mind.

It had been three days since her Great Escape. She had left everyone to whom she meant little. Her so-called friends who stamped her mercilessly with their words, her parents who kept putting her down, her neighbours who judged her from top till bottom. Every day she had to go through a series of assumptions and stories about her. Apparently, she was a misfit, she was a disgrace to her society. She had no right to go on about with her life.