The Inside Story

TheNightWriter posted under QuinTale-65 on 2024-07-13



“Nooooooooooooooooo”

“Heyyy stoooppp!”

“HEEEEEELLPPPPP!!” 

“What just happened?” 

“Who was she?” 

“Somebody call the ambulance!” 

“Call the police.” 

“Check if she has her mobile or id on her.”

 “Oh man, did she really had to do this now?!” 

“What do you mean ‘now’, did she had to do it at all?”

 “Lift her up, be careful.” 

“I have no time for this, I’m already late for work.” 

“Ugh, are you being serious right now?”

 People shouting in frantic. The sound of police sirens. The ambulance. Chirping of the birds. Barking of dogs. Hustling of automobiles. Doctors trying to wake me up. Nurses checking my pulse. BP machine beeping. Oxygen level dropping down. Heartbeats fluctuating. Rustling of the papers. What was the noise all about? I mean I just wanted to end things in my life- the pain. What are people stranded for and so much worried about? As I could feel the blood reeking down my forehead, it kept reminding me that I was very much alive. But how? More importantly, why? I had this perfect plan of coming in front of the bus during the perfectly busy office hours. Then why are all these people here, hovering over my blood-drenched body? Why do they care enough to save me? Why are these strangers trying to keep me alive when my own people do not want me around? All the thoughts kept running in my mind, while they kept trying to stop the blood and stabilize my oxygen count. But I had no will to live, especially after what I had found out about my boyfriend and my best friend, both cheating on me. How could they? Did they even think about me once? I guess not. Else they wouldn’t have done what they did. Is it even relevant anymore? Now that I would be out of the equation, they can live their lives as they please. Will they miss me while I’m gone? Definitely not! Otherwise they wouldn’t have slept together for months. They don’t really care about me. And why would they? After all my own parents had thrown me away in a forest. Nobody ever wanted me, or loved me! Who am I to anyone? I have always been a nobody. As the thoughts kept hovering my mind, the blood pressure machine kept beeping. Perhaps my pressure was dripping. Perhaps this is what I wanted, what I needed right now. I wanted peace. I desired peace. Peace from the world. Peace from my own piece of mind. Suddenly all the noises started to fade out. There was no more chaos. No shouting. No hustling. I guess it was finally time- the time to let go and put an end to all the cacophony.