1st Year HighSchool Theme #5

1st year high school theme number five, a comment on my memoir draft.

The sharpest words that stabbed me so deep came so fast. I did not expected them to come this early. I felt my blood flow up to my head. I wanted to burst. I lit a cigarette hoping for an ignition so that I might explode. But it did not happen. No one can do such. But I wished I could. I really wished I could have died.

“Can I write?” I ask myself desperately, waiting for a reply in my mind. It answered me back with the same question. An these thoughts never stopped running in my mind. They haunted me until I slept.

What can be more sharper than a sword that can slice through the flesh and straight to the dream I had inside. Those words repeated themselves a thousand times, 1st year high school theme number five, 1st year high school theme number five; slashing my heart to pieces until it felt like dust.

And all through the day I carried that pain in my heart. The voice kept ringing my eardrums. Breaking them. Eating me piece by piece.

Je ne veux pas mourir, I don’t want to die. I always believe that a soul never dies unless it is forgotten. But this dream is being overwhelmed by the worst words I ever received, 1st year high school theme number five.

The class had just started and I realized myself being shattered by the knives of truth. I pause for a moment and wrote these words on a blank page, rise above the flames.