Scribbling Down --- a fiction
The night has the sound of a pencil scratching on some rough surface, She is sketching something in this midnight. In that complete darkness, that room on the second floor was the one wake. She puts the pencil down and starts to write on some other paper which was around her, the pen couldn't catch up with the flow of her thoughts.
She was sitting on the floor, there's a lot of papers on the floor around her, Some with sketches and some other with articles. On top of one of those papers, there was her name, it said Janice. She is switching back and forth between those sketches and stories. Her hair was dry and all over her face, Janice looks like a real freak.
She suddenly closed her eyes and threw away the paper which was on her hand, now she is gnashing her teeth. With that extreme anger, she laid back on the floor, looking at the roof of the house. She's whispering something.
"What do I do...?
What's the meaning of all this life if I can't find happiness in anything?
What's really my purpose in this chaotic world."
Her anger is now turning into sadness, tears are flowing through her cheeks. It's now a face of helplessness, losing control over one's own world. It's hard to fight the evil inside the head. The sadness felt better than the madness, there's a change in her face which could explain it.
All the philosophies she read were contradicting inside her head, some said to be strong when agonies come, some said to get that over by just crying out loud and then some said to talk with someone who could understand her.
That Shed some light to the chaos inside her head, with that little spark she arose from the floor and started searching for something. It's her phone which she wanted now.
She scrolled down through the contact list, there weren't many. She looked and stared for a minute at some of those names. Middle of that she noticed the time, it's about to reach 1 AM at midnight. She puts down the phone. Inside all those thoughts in her head, somewhere she knew that the time was the last reason for she isn't able to call someone.
Then she looks changed towards the window, there aren't any stars up in the sky. But it isn't something she was looking for. When she reaches near the window she was looking down.
There isn't anything above she hopes for, it's the lawn where all her desires directed towards. She wanted to go down more than that, hell is the only thing left. Finally, there's some smile on her face, it didn't last for long. She left everything, all those sketches and articles unfinished.
[THE END]
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