Entry of a Solitary Soul

When things around went the way we never wished them to be, where would we run to in a world where everything seemed a solitary confinement?

Sheira slowly opened her teary eyes as a new day unfolded. It was a silent Sunday- as usual, like the past melancholic days of her existence. Suddenly, a flash of light brought vivid pictures in her imaginations that filled the corners of her mind.

“Dad, uhm… can we talk for a…”

“I have no time! Can’t you see I’m busy? You want to see your mother? Go and live together with her just another bastard husband!”

Her father exclaimed in the fang of anger. “Besides, you’re old enough!”

That was a year ago. She hugged herself. The coldness of the wind made her realize that she was all alone. Her thoughts began to explore the fantasies that slowly invades her world..

It was almost eight in the morning when she left the house and  hopelessness broke her heart. She doesn’t have the idea about her destination but as she turned her car to the seventh street, it came to a pause.

“You are not supposed to be here.” A familiar voice that whispered in her ears awakened her occupied thoughts. Sadly, the whisper was only on her mind. She was sure because no one was around for she could see now that she was in the middle of an abandoned street where she used to play in her childhood years. It was a almost a mile away from her city and she wondered how she arrived without her senses. She was now feeling confused that for a while she lacked the ability to distinguish real from fantasy.

“Yeah, you are not supposed to be here. You are no longer my friend! Besides, I know you don’t know how to please me. In fact, I have a friend better than you!”

Those were the words of a childhood acquaintance. Another thing that weigh her down and she could feel that the burden on her back would likely sink her lower than the grave.

Having no reasons to stay amidst the sun-scorched area, she continued her journey until she noticed a small snack bar operating in a distance.

“Come!” Another voice mesmerized her soul to go.

“But where am I?” She shouted but sad to say, it was just her voice that broke the silence. Just like always, she was all alone- in her world.

It was noon when she found herself inside the dark shack bar. She ordered a glass of vodka that the bartenders silently were made confused. The dark atmosphere of the bar denied the prevailing heat outside the desert- like area, just like the dark times she is facing right now that has overshadowed all the passion about the things of life that she once have. For her, all things changed a lot. She has been left behind and it seems she doesn’t exist. Does anybody hear her? They know not what she feels and if they do, her aches were not theirs to feel. Her troubles were not theirs to worry. Despite the fact that the room was filled with a number of people, she felt completely alone, having done sipping a glass of liquor.

“Hi! Are you alright?” A man’s voice finally offered companionship. He was tall and dark complexion suits him.

She couldn’t help herself. She wanted to nod pretending she’s alright but tears unexpectedly escaped her eyes. The man, without hesitations offered to dry her tears.

“Come on, miss uh… beautiful lady, it’s just alright to pour out your feelings. Besides, here I am listening.” The guy simply grinned.

“It’s Sheira… My name…” She blunted and still attempted to speak plainly out of her voice’s brokenness.

“What a pretty name for a sad woman… “The guy’s gesture changed abruptly.

“Come on, shall we dance and talk?” He invited.

For the first time, she let herself smile.

After a while, she found a fortress and so for a momentary lapse of reason, she gave in to her thoughts. He gazed into her pale blue eyes as she made herself comfortable in his embrace. She finally found shelter and affection that she neither found at home nor elsewhere in the world. She wished the feelings would not stop for she felt secured in the arms of a stranger. How she longed for that peace, the attention, that feeling of invulnerability and assurance. She leaned closely on his chest and discerned the beating of his heart. She had someone to save her evil day.

“Sorry, I have to go… “The guy muttered after a series of hearty discourse that lasted only for hours as his voice slowly faded among the crowd.

“Please don’t! I need you!” She shouted, but then again, it was not her mouth but her mind’s language.

She went into the car and drove back into the city. It was three in the afternoon when she stopped the car. Upon noticing a group of modestly- dressed women laughing merrily as each holding a book, her curious eyes followed their way. It takes a few steps when she found out that they gotten inside a church, where she is now a few meters away. Quite hesitant upon seeing her immodesty, she left her wandering thoughts. The burdens she carried blocked her way to the house of God. She was stunned!

“We live in a land that is overshadowed by darkness and death. This world slowly without notice is coming to an end. There is no future for the lost…” She overheard the minister’s voice. She did not wait to hear the following words and decided to walk away.

“There is no place in this world where I belong.” She sadly said to herself as she attempted to hold the tears back. However, the attempt was a failure.

She went back to her car and sped away to her bungalow on the fifth street. Amidst a number of ordeals, she buried herself to sleep as thoughts of living drifted away from her mind. She has come to a conclusion. She accepted the way things are. She accepted herself.

Lost.  Hopeless.  Alone.


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