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I woke up like a robot programmed to do it's usual activity every day, My back was hurting, yet I continued to do my daily activities of waking up, brush, bath, eat and get on bus and into school all with the divine accompany of my music from the mp4 player I got for my previous birthday.
The whole process was as meaningless, mundane and pointless as ever, slowly slipping away the essence of my soul through every activity like a mortal caught by medusa.
And soon, I found myself at the last stop of my mechanical activities, that is the getting in bus part, I'm waiting at the bus station for the bus to hopefully come soon.
The neighborhood conversations seems to be spring into a verbal boxing as I hear people fighting over what seems like a couple's issue
I just looked at the insipid atmosphere front of me, cars, buses and even bikes and such going as if they are showing off their worth to mother nature and the static imagery like a deep ocean existing only for the rich creatures to grow or perish along side it.
"You are always like this! Always keeping it to yourself, never ever share anything on your own accord..."
The raspy strawberry voice seems to be of a girl as her breathing seems raged and she might very well be very near me as her actions seems to hint that she looked at his face at last.
*Thunk sound or smt*
A sound echoed through the ever so banal atmosphere, if I have to guess, she must be very jarred and unsettled as if she sawn a face of someone who would even worship both jesus and satan or maybe even worse.
The girl's voice have now gone over the sound limit as my ears are absolutely about to burst if i'm not majorly concentrating on the unequivocally bizzare drama show right at the dawn of a new day.
"This... I get it stacey, the reason why you are always making that shitty ass face, as if you're detached as the moon, always just observing and still far away from this world, I thought you are just a special case but nah, you are just like everyone else."
The person on th other side finally replied as if even the moon can be disturbed with enough stirring of it's reflection, the voice.
"Oh? Really now?"
The voice felt eerily similar yet felt so indifferent and clinical as if she was nothing more than a bored observer to this drama.
...wait- she? Why do I feel like the voice is as of a girl? Is this not a couple drama or maybe it is-
Before I can turn the rusting machine of my mind, the other side started talking again as if she has no regard whether she is talking to a wall or a doll.
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"You are nothing more than a rusted doll in a place full of vibrant dolls, I'm sure you know it too, isn't that why you never try anything? Always wearing that indifferent ass expression as if you don't care about the outside world"
Before, the girl sounded like a sweet wrathful spirit in it's fury after seeing a being worse than itself but now, she softened her voice as if understanding that being yet can never bring herself to liking her.
"That's why I hate you stacey, you're most definitely the most pathetic person I ever sawn, giving up without even giving it your all until the end? Still holding a mask to your face like you're in a world full of enemies?, Even though you are always interested in that world? And yet still convincing yourself of this fake facade? Pathetic."
I turned around to see her at all, She looks like lady Liberty at it's most casual manner, ever so uplifting yet never seeing the other way for things she never accepts.
Yet... At full contrast to her, stacey looks nothing like her at all, even though she always looked very normal to say the least, now she has a concise presence to her like she is finally letting a small amount of her true feelings out.
The realisation and what I was thinking before was absolutely broken me like a marble about to break in someone's feet.
We made eye contact once again. And her eyes sparkled like a dying star in a far away space and
*Smirk*
And she smiled at me
"Taylor, I'm surprised, I never expected you to be a philosophical analyst y'know?"
"..."
"Well what are you expecting dear? A apology perhaps? Or some sort of determination? Dear, I'm already tainted beyond belief, so if I have to say, the only thing that is wrong in what you said is, I'm not interested in returning back to this so called society anymore."
Contrary to what many expected, Taylorended the so and so discussion with a simple farewell to her pasts.
"...I see, then I suppose this is the final farewell then."
Her voice sounded so detached and clinical to everything around her, that you wouldn't believe that she spoke like a angel before.
Like a miracle or a curse from the heavens, our bus came in just in time, where both the girls boarded on the bus at the same time and even standing next to each to other, yet never uttering a single sentence.
The scene was so serene and peaceful that everything else, even the honks, people's whispers and my ever so increasing heartbeats are all ignored only for my entire existence to keenly focus on just her and her alone.
Before my daze can overtake me, I boarded the same bus too.