HIDDEN LETTERS

Memory 2

MOON'S POV

I walked back to my room thinking of no one but you. You have occupied my very being in everyway possible.

I was happy and content with the presence of yours. But today I had a subtle feeling that it was never going to last long. There's always a feeling luring below the happy moments. Telling us that it will all end soon.

Why we feel that? The feeling that the happy moment will go and sadness will cover us again? I hate it. I hate it so much.

However this time I decide not to dwell over my thoughts and just think about you. You always calm me down.

Standing in front of my small dorm room I suddenly lost my balance as I stumbled upon my one foot. My vision got blurry as dizziness came to my sences.

"No." That's all I could say before I forced myself to open my door and shut it as fast as I could.

This can't be happening. Not now. I thought we delt with it? Papa said we were ok?

Please no. I can't...

But other thoughts disappeared as I stumbled one more time. My room started spinning as I lost my balance in the end falling on the floor with a loud thud.

All my mind remember was sunshine as I closed my eyes accepting the darkness for once.

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What is it to feel alone? I could never tell. It must have felt like how I felt right now.

My head was throbing , I felt a vomit rising my throat but I swallows it down. Slowly pearing my eyes open I found myself all alone on my dorm rooms floor. It was dark. For once I thought I was dead.

I have been out for past five hours. I tried sitting up still dizzy and nauseas. It's been more then two years since I have felt that again.

It was a feeling of deja vu I felt in the moment. I slowly crawled towards my side drawer as I took out small bottle of pills. Seeing it I remember how I promised I would never use them again but here I am swallowing it down.

I pressed my back against my bed as I sighed. The pill will work. It has to work.

With all that happened and now that I can think I don't know what triggered it. My doctor said it was permanent. That it will come back again but they never knew when.

My father and mother send me away saying that they will find a proper cure to it. I decided to tell them what happened.

As I got my phone I hesitate to dial my mother's number. Somewhere deep I had a feeling thet my disease was one of the reasons they send me away. Far from the world and them.

May be, they never intended to be sad, more then it was needed. Somehow I feel I was here alone not because there is no one I know. But it's me I truly don't know.

Would they really send me away so that they don't have to be sad anymore? I didn't knew the answer.

I can never imagine my parents sitting down and talking about how they should send me away. It pain me beyond the words. I hesitate for another minute as I finally dialled the number.

One ring. Two rings. Three rings. But after a small time frame a female voice answered the phone.

I missed them as much as I detested them for what they did.

"Hello?" I said. My voice small. Not certain if they wanted me to call or not.

"Baby? Is that you? Oh how have been my dear?" My mother's sweet voice came through the device