I have to run..from reality

 Well, that was weird since he didn't even talk to me properly when we first met and now he was directly saying that we were friends. And now that I think of it, I really needed friends so I just gave him a slight nod and went inside.

I jumped on my bed and went to dreamland only to be waken up by my alarm next morning. It was a pretty fine day. I got up, did my routine, went into the kitchen only to find Diego asleep on the couch.

He seemed to have arrived pretty late so I did not disturb him. I got my breakfast and went out. Half way through, Brian approached me and tapped on my shoulder. I wished him good morning keeping a poker face. I wondered, why didn't I smile but then I had no right to smile.

We reached school and I found Paige. She came up to me and we went in the class together. The teacher began her class and after a few classes, it was lunch time and me and Paige did our lunch together.

As we talked, I got to know that we had almost everything in same. By same, I mean our choices, our likes and our dislikes were almost same. We grew closer everyday as we got to know each other. 

1 month later

Me and Paige were best friends. Brian was also pretty nice and we were good friends by now. Diego's job was going great and he said that he was soon going to be a regular employee over there. Everything was going fine except for one.

I was having panic attacks and BPD episodes a lot ever since me and Diego came from our mom and dad's grave. I was hiding it from all of them. I didn't want them to feel pity about me or Didn't want Diego to worry about me since he already had enough on his plate.

Just like other days, I was with Paige in the cafeteria having my lunch. Brian also joined in and we were all talking about random stuffs. Passing from one topic to another, we somehow reached a topic which was triggering to me.

" I don't understand why people wish to be in spotlighted, to be different when we can all live like we are same. I know we are all different in our own ways but we are still humans, we should not harm others for our benefits. We should help them whenever they ask for it" he continued but I was stuck at that very word "Different".

I wanted to be different and because of that I was not with my parents. If only I had not wished to be different, I wouldn't have lost them. I was staring in space. My legs started shaking and so did my hands.

I knew I was going to have a panic attack and my episode had already triggered. And it was really bad when they both triggered at the same time.

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