Sadness

Anna POV:

I fluttered. I opened my eyes slowly and swiftly. I saw the white coloured ceiling. The vision was slight blurry. There was an oxygen mask hung up on my face through which I could breathe. I remembered that cold night. I never felt so cold .But the night was darker than I knew it to be. My red hair kept floating over my white pillow. I was in a white apparel. There was pain in my wrist. My left arm couldn't respond to me right now but it could respond in decibels. If one could hear my screams that day back at home. None did so. I was almost dead in the water. I attempted threatening skilled work, that duskiness. I couldn't handle the bullying back at high school. They never left me alone. They were better off without me. I had no friends. I had bitter foes.

The hospital discharged me. I was feeling better. Slightly I kept thinking of a dream somewhat. I saw a man with beautiful hazel eyes trying to touch me. I couldn't see his face properly. But his eyes were prominent. This life of nineteen years has been a hell of something for me. I apologised that I lied about having an affair back at high school. They tricked me by sending me fake letters through the whole week. Like an idiot I believed each word of it. That day I found a letter and it said -'Meet me in the backyard of the high school'. So, I did. I found my way to the backyard. There stood two girls and three boys laughing at me. They made so many nasty remarks on me like you are a slut! You are trash! You are worthless!

This world will be a better place without you!

I couldn't take the pressure anymore. My eyes burst into tears. I was all waters in front of them. But nothing could stop them as if. I seemed so short in front of those big bullies. I gave them a reason to laugh at me. It's been the same since my mid school days. Back then it was like this. They called me by various names like hey Miss nerdy! Hey trash can! Maybe hey loser! Or you stinky redhead! And they even call me fat. This time it was waters off the limit.

I couldn't take the burden of my mother's uncertain death and then this was coming forth. I ran away from there. I took a bus to reach back home. I locked myself in the room. All alone I watched the clock hand stuck a minute and another. Time has stopped for me. I wish someone could help me. Just take me away. I am tired of being the victim. But this isn't a fairy-tale that a prince would come for my rescue. I am lost. I am broken. I have no motive to live anymore. I struggled through the night. It was midnight. I took a knife with me back to the room from the kitchen. I thought of slashing my neck and be silenced forever.

I missed my mother so much. I was leaving with my step dad who cared less about me and more about himself. He was looking after me just for the sake of my mother. He always said," You have your mother's eyes." My red hair covered my panda eyes. I cried my mascara all out. I went to the bathroom. I turned the knob of the tap and the water came flushing into the bath tub. I drowned my left hand and with the other, I cut open my wrist. I didn't cut that deep. My vein was safe. I lost a lot of blood. My parched lips sway away into the chillness of the surrounding. Suddenly, the world around me grew blacker.

Before I was completely unconscious, I led a tiny scream out of my cold mouth. It was almost winter here. The water kept flowing into the tub. It had all turned red. As I could see through my halfway consciousness. I don't know what happened after that and how I made it to the hospital. I was in Prius. The car was being driven by my step dad. The window was half open. The cold wind blew in and my red hair started floating away. As I saw a vision. I saw again a man in a black tux trying to touch me .Who is this man?

Suddenly, I had a severe headache. I saw a mark appear on my left bicep. It was a tattoo or something. It look like a sword. I remembered that I never tattooed my arm. I was a bit afraid. My step dad opened the door for me. I went back to my room. I took the painkillers and anti-depressants. I went to sleep. I was in a safe and sound sleep heaven.

I saw a dream.

I saw a castle with huge statue as its emblem. The emblem was that of a dragon and there was a sword kept in the middle while the roaring dragon stood undefeated. I saw a stallion standing near the gate. It was raining heavily. There was a thunderstorm. There was a man with curly hair reaching up to his neck. He was caressing the stallion to calm down. I went to ahead to see his face but I failed as he turned to walk towards me or I must through me. I was like a shadow present there. I was there like a mist of creation present there. He walks inside the gate with a golden edged mirror in which I could see my reflection as I walked along side with him. I bend to see my face. It reflected my picture. I could see myself in red dress with my hair tied in a bun. The golden light almost blinds my sight and suddenly, I hear a bell.

I turned around to see. It's my alarm clock that is ringing .I woke up from the dream world back to reality.

I closed my eyes again to see those hazel eyes staring through me. There were sparkles everywhere. The thing almost smiled at me. It touched me. It touched my wrist. But it touched my vein as if. Suddenly, there was no pain. It seemed to be healing fast. I open my eyes to see someone standing in front of me. There was an unknown man in my room .He had those same hazel eyes though. I thought to myself that this is not looking good to me. This is awful. This is another twist of fate for me.As I wish my mother was here with me so that she can save me from this gaze of this man who continuously staring at me as if he is worried. He has tensed look on his face. I have strange one. I tried to call him but my world faded to the colour of black. I was in a very deep slumber now. But all in all he was a beautiful creature as I thought in my black world. This was not real. Was it?