That Day.
37. 37 out of 100 in Accounts. 'FAIL.' The word I dreaded 2nd most was the only thing I could see with great difficulty, Through my tear-filled eyes. WHY? HOW? It didn't matter. But Accounts? ACCOUNTS! Hundreds of thoughts were popping up. But the word was I Feared more than 'FAIL' was 'DAD.' What will I tell him? Why, God? WHY! My inner voice was screaming! Suicide. Yes, I should kill myself. But how? HOW! All these thoughts were flooding my sense of thinking. Of thinking straight. Something hurt. My chest. My heart. 'I have to get outta here!' my inner voice was telling me. I did as it said. I walked home. Didn't halt, didn't speak to anyone. 'That's weird, what happened to college? I can't just walk home from college like that!' my inner voice again. But this time I ignored. With trembling hands I rang the door-bell. It was Mom. Her eyes. Her smile. 'You're back! Left early huh?' she said. Her voice. Sweet. I gave a brief nod. 'What's wrong?' She asked. She knew it. I can never hide anything from her, can I? I ignored her. She asked again. This time she demanded an answer. I ignored. Again. I was thirsty. No. I just needed a reason to escape her gaze. I went into the kitchen. Someone was standing in the balcony, facing his back. NO! 'Someone' I know. 'Someone' I fear. Dad. He's at home. WHY! My face Turned pale. This can't be happening. 'Go. Get outta here' my inner voice said. I yelled back 'WHERE STUPID? Where should I go?!' Amidst this argument, 'Hey! You're back! Early today?' Dad, with sheer enthusiasm said to me. 'Is something there today? Why's everyone so HAPPY?' Said that creepy voice. 'Well, the sad part is that, YOU ARE GOING TO RUIN IT!' it continued. 'Is something wrong?' Said my concerned Dad. 'I Failed. I got 37. In Accounts.' And No, this time it wasn't my inner voice. I Said that aloud. For the first time I noticed that my kitchen flooring was off-white in color. But more over, Was it Hot in here or it's Dad's anger? It was the latter. 'Sonu! Sonu!' Mum was yelling. Why is she yelling? 'Sonu! Get up!' Whaa....
It's 11am. The Sun is Hot and High, Shinning right on my face! The heat! It wasn't Dad's Anger! What a relief!
37. 37 out of 100 in Accounts. 'FAIL.' The word I dreaded 2nd most was the only thing I could see with great difficulty, Through my tear-filled eyes. WHY? HOW? It didn't matter. But Accounts? ACCOUNTS! Hundreds of thoughts were popping up. But the word was I Feared more than 'FAIL' was 'DAD.' What will I tell him? Why, God? WHY! My inner voice was screaming! Suicide. Yes, I should kill myself. But how? HOW! All these thoughts were flooding my sense of thinking. Of thinking straight. Something hurt. My chest. My heart. 'I have to get outta here!' my inner voice was telling me. I did as it said. I walked home. Didn't halt, didn't speak to anyone. 'That's weird, what happened to college? I can't just walk home from college like that!' my inner voice again. But this time I ignored. With trembling hands I rang the door-bell. It was Mom. Her eyes. Her smile. 'You're back! Left early huh?' she said. Her voice. Sweet. I gave a brief nod. 'What's wrong?' She asked. She knew it. I can never hide anything from her, can I? I ignored her. She asked again. This time she demanded an answer. I ignored. Again. I was thirsty. No. I just needed a reason to escape her gaze. I went into the kitchen. Someone was standing in the balcony, facing his back. NO! 'Someone' I know. 'Someone' I fear. Dad. He's at home. WHY! My face Turned pale. This can't be happening. 'Go. Get outta here' my inner voice said. I yelled back 'WHERE STUPID? Where should I go?!' Amidst this argument, 'Hey! You're back! Early today?' Dad, with sheer enthusiasm said to me. 'Is something there today? Why's everyone so HAPPY?' Said that creepy voice. 'Well, the sad part is that, YOU ARE GOING TO RUIN IT!' it continued. 'Is something wrong?' Said my concerned Dad. 'I Failed. I got 37. In Accounts.' And No, this time it wasn't my inner voice. I Said that aloud. For the first time I noticed that my kitchen flooring was off-white in color. But more over, Was it Hot in here or it's Dad's anger? It was the latter. 'Sonu! Sonu!' Mum was yelling. Why is she yelling? 'Sonu! Get up!' Whaa....
It's 11am. The Sun is Hot and High, Shinning right on my face! The heat! It wasn't Dad's Anger! What a relief!
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