The once wide-opened door has been slammed shut, yet no one seemed to hear it nor the footsteps behind it that keep getting fainter. Perhaps, I should have slammed it harder, or perhaps I should have stamped my feet loudly for them to hear. They might realize it, won’t they?
Haha, who am I kidding? They didn’t even hear me when I screamed out for help as I struggled to breathe and my hands soaked red by blood.
Maybe it was my fault, maybe I didn’t scream loud enough
No!
They heard me, they saw me. They gazed nonchalantly over my dying form, chanting empty words over and over, then left me on the cold.
Maybe I’m being selfish, the world does not revolve around me after all
No!
Not once I cried for help over my previous scars even though it left ugly marks over my skin. I never asked for their golds nor their hours. All I asked for once in a lifetime was only for them to listen.
But as my words left hanging, I slammed the door shut
Days passed, the wounds started to heal by themselves. After stumbling for the umpteenth time, I finally able to stand with my feeble feet. My face was pale, my throat was dry, and I could still feel the pain all over my body, but I managed to get myself up and step out to the sunlight despite the burning heat over my skin.
There they were, greeted me as usual, as if nothing happened, as if they didn’t see me bleeding on the ground the last time they saw me. No one spoke a word about it.
Maybe I didn’t make it obvious that time, maybe they didn’t realize it
So I greeted them with the warmest smile I got. But the door has been closed and locked.
And I have gone further
Unnoticed.
