The End.A Chapter by juxtapozA girl on an adventure and her decision about whether she should continue on or go back.She woke up with a start. Her senses were numb and she tried hard to regain her conscious mind. Being jolted out of deep sleep is nothing pleasant. She looked for the source of disturbance that disrupted her inadequate, sound sleep. It was a mosquito. A big giant mosquito. “Ugh! I hate this”, she thought. As she absentmindedly waved her arms around trying to ward away any other flying pest that might want a share at her precious blood ,it suddenly hit her where she was and what she was doing there. She sat up swiftly. She looked around for a sign of the glow. She couldn’t see it. She perked her ears for the echo of the tune. She couldn’t hear it. As much as she strained her eyes and tried to force it to appear she couldn’t see it. As much as she held her own breath in order to hear the faintest sound she couldn’t hear it. She looked down at her leg and saw the spot where the mosquito had bitten her. It was red and swollen and itchy. While she scratched it, her eyes wandered to her dirty feet. It was so dirty. In fact it was filthy and grubby and you could say polluted. If Ma could see her feet she would try to scrub off her skin. The thought of it made her smile unsuspectingly. She rubbed her eyes once again n looked around carefully, not missing an inch of open space where she could have missed it.
But it just wasn’t there. It was not coming back. It was gone. She slowly got up and realized her whole body was worn down. It seemed like she had been through an industrial strength washing machine. All 206 bones in her body ached. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt this thin. All her life she had battled being overweight and here she was, malnourished and thin as a stick. Her head ached and everything around seemed blurry. She pulled her hair together at the back to tie it and it felt like she was handling a paint brush that had been kept in a can of paint for way too long that the bristles stuck together. She looked around for her back pack and there was nothing worth in it but she felt she could use the fabric as a protection in case of emergency. She slung it over her back. This was it.
She had finally decided to leave. No more hanging around. No more hoping for the best. No more trying to hold on and wait. No more living on few seconds of bliss. No more putting your body through hell. No more chasing rainbows. It was for good too. She had always known this wouldn’t last. That, this was a temporary adventure which one day she would have to leave behind and go back to reality. But she had stretched it far longer than she should have. Just because she got addicted to that feeling of bliss. It was like a drug. It was an experience of a lifetime and she had found something nobody else had. She thought leaving something so good was just foolish. But she didn’t realize the harm it was doing to her than good. Her body was strained beyond recognition. But now she was ready to be sober. She was ready to stop this foolishness and start coming back to the real world. As hard as it was and as difficult as it was to leave something so good behind, her body couldn't endure it any longer. It became physically impossible. Looking around, as she walked towards the light. She already missed this place. This was her happy place. Her refuge. A place where she could be herself without a care in the world. Yet,she had to leave it. It was the right thing to do.
Dreading every step she trotted along silently. Finally reaching the opening in the trees she looked out and saw the vast meadows and abundant sunshine. She came closer to the edge but the thought of leaving that safe haven was too much to take for her. She retreated her step a little bit slowly, and then, faster. Determined to never leave this place. She couldn't handle it out there alone. She changed her mind. She would never leave. Walking back to the middle, lost in thoughts, she didn't realize the quicksand that was right in her path. It was the normal evening quicksand she was so accustomed to. Yet, each time she fell in it, she struggled to get out. This time too she fell in, she struggled and finally got out. Wiping her face, without looking back, she ran towards the opening in the trees. She dashed out through the opening into the world.
She was finally out.
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