Eighteen

The winter morning was cold as ever and the breeze wheezed through the leaves spreading its scent. In between the mountains I laid motionless with blood dripping through my injuries creeping on my skin.

My eyes were open but cloudy. I could feel myself losing consciousness. I tried moving my body but only my forefinger reacted a little. I felt sharp pain in my head, shoulder and waist taking over my body. The rocky floor slowly turned red with my blood.

My eyes closed, even though I tried my best to keep them open.

'Crack' I heard someone step on a twig. With all the strength left, I opened my eyes and saw a person approaching. I tried opening my mouth to ask for help but failed miserably.

Even my eyes gave up soon. I begged inside and prayed for myself, wanting to live more. Tears dripped out of my closed eyes as I felt a warm hand on my cheek tracing my temple and wiping the tear off.

"Please, save me", my brain was repeating the same words continuously.

"If only you were never born, you wouldn't have died so miserably".

The breeze was strong but I could hear the person’s words. The voice was not clear but it was easy to interpret what they said.

My mind which was begging for help went blank for a second.

I was still trying to understand what they meant but heard footsteps moving away.

"I guess they don't wanna bother. So this is where I die" I forgot what they said as another tear rolled down my eyes.

Few months ago

The day was the same as usual. The teacher was teaching, some students were dozing off while the others were either chatting or scribbling on the last page of their notebook. A little murmur could be heard but the teacher didn't seem to care about it. I glanced out of the window only to find a bunch of old trees with broken branches standing right in front, blocking the view behind it. It was boring as always but the only excitement I had was for the next day which was my best friend's birthday for which I had already planned. I sighed and looked back at the whiteboard trying to understand what the teacher wrote.

The bell rang, all the students marched towards the door right after the teacher left. I grabbed my belongings, stuffed them in my bag and walked out of the classroom, and as always Lucas was already waiting in the corridor. I smiled while walking and tossed my bag at him.

"You always give me the honor to wait for you, don’t you?" He pointed at his watch.

"The pleasure is all yours."

"I wanna give you the same honor sometime." We walked toward the exit.

"No thanks."

"By the way, tomorrow is my birthday so what’s the plan?" He reminded me.

“I'm not wasting my money on some stupid cake and decorations for your birthday." I lied.

"Liar," he giggled.

"You wanna test me?”

"Nah! I don't wanna lose my birthday party."

"By the way, aren't you gonna celebrate your birthday with your parents! I mean it's been more than a year since their last visit so they might come for your birthday this year." I asked nervously although I knew this topic makes him sad but I had to.

"I don't think so! They never come.... They only visit once in a year or 2 so I really don't know! And even if they do...." He turned around facing me. "I won't leave you off the hook, you still have to throw a party for me."

"I know! I know!" I rolled my eyes, "Time to part ways" I stopped at the cross where we separated.

"Ok bye!" He tossed the bag back.

"Remember to come before 12." I winked and ran to the left street.

"I'll be there before 11" he shouted.

Everything was done. We never had any close friends so there weren't any guests to invite. The decor was simple which I did only to get a feel. Mom bought the cake, prepared the dinner and placed everything on the table.

"It's already past 11:30 and he's still not here?" Mom asked.

"Yeah!! Maybe he's engaged in some work." I sighed. This was rare.

Suddenly the door opened and there he was, standing with an apologetic look on his face.

"Hey Mel, hey aunt" he closed the door behind, "I'm really sorry, I'm late for my own birthday.” He came forward apologising.

“It’s ok dear, at least you’re here.” Mom accepted the apology with a bright smile on her face.

“If you were late for 5 more minutes I would’ve cut the cake myself.” I loved teasing him.

“I know you wouldn’t.”

“You bet?” I grabbed the knife and placed it on the cake to cut but the doorbell interrupted.

“Lemme check.” Mom walked towards the door and opened it but couldn’t recognize the people standing in front.

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