Short Stories

Two: Regret

     I had everything in the world, yet I hated it all. Why? I tried to distract myself from the hole of darkness trying to swallow me up, but it just seemed to loom closer as I did more and more activities to distract myself. I finally couldn't take it anymore. I sat at my desk and googled for an answer.

     As I scrolled through an seemingly endless stream of websites that the answer to my question was depression, a certain title caught my attention.

     Are you always feeling down but don't have depression?

     I moved my mouse over to the link and clicked on it. A blue and white website popped onto the screen. I skimmed over the small paragraphs on the screen until my eyes lingered on a word.

     Regret.

     Regret? Nah. That's not possible. I decided then that I had to sleep. It was late, and I had work tomorrow. I shut the computer off and collected my undergarments and pjs for a shower.

     As I stood in the shower scrubbing my hair with shampoo, my mind drifted back to that website. They said regret was my answer, but why? I didn't finish the article before I decided to sleep. I thought back before I had all my money and my job.

     *Flashback*

     "I promise I'll visit mom and dad! Don't worry about me!" I hugged my mom and my dad tightly before entering my car.

     "(Y/n). Your mom is in the hospital. Please come and visit us. You haven't seen us since you've left."

     "Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. I'll come and visit, but right now I have a meeting. Love you dad! Bye!" I hung up the phone, put it into my purse and straightened my clothes before entering the meeting room.

     "WHY DIDN'T YOU COME TO YOUR MOM'S FUNERAL?!"

     "I'm busy. Sorry dad. Bye."

     "Your father died today because of a heart attack. I'm sorry for your loss."

     "K."

     *End of Flashback*

     I felt tears rolling down my cheeks, and I rubbed them away. The website was right.

I regret so much.