Oh Amanda- A Play. .....I sat wit d paper in my hand reading & rereading it;maybe 1min,..30mins,...1hr...,I cnt tell. I tot it was all a dream.I wished 2 snap out of it,but I was there.It was real.A wave of shock descended on me,& 4 a moment I grew numb:I heard nth,I saw nth,I culd say nth.I tried 2 shout,but no words culd come out;I tried 2 cry but no tears. I felt d contraction of my hrt muscles,like a diver deep below underwater.I felt my hrt beat increase,like my hrt was fyting 2 b freed frm d walls of my ribcage. I tried 2 stand up,but fell over d table.I sat on d floor,my hands clutched 2 d table legs,as i felt d whole room spinning arnd me.I felt cold,colder dan ive eva felt.I didnt undstnd wat was hapning;i tried 2 tink,but my mind went blank.I looked arnd for any clue of wat was hapning,& there, on my dressing table,was Amandas pic.Wit much difficulty,I stood up & drew closer 2 it.She was smiling happily.It was a pic she has taken on her 22nd btday. I ran my finger ova it,trying 2 smile too,but i burst in2 tears instead. For 2 days,i didnt go out,...culdnt.Jake came d 4th day,& i told him everything.He was my closest frnd& d very 1st 2 learn of my predicament. Weeks of sleepless night,weeks of staring at ppl witout saying a word followed suit. I became a freak.Each tym i saw 2 friends holding hands,I felt pity for myself.I stopped clubbing cos dia was no fun in it anymore.hu wuld take me home wen a get a drunk? Hu wuld dance wit me? Ive always bin strong on my own lng b4 I knew her,but ryt nw,I jst cnt do witout her. For 3-wks,i didnt hear frm her;no calls,no letters,no E-mail.Just den,I tot mayb i shld do as she had asked.I hid her pics so I culd get my senses back. A week later,I was browsing wit my laptop in schl,downloading some pics for my project.I got back home& tried 2 access doz pics in my image folder,& there,was a whole lots of Amandas pics smiling at me.I burst in2 tears...I culdnt hold it,so I turned off d laptop. As time passed,I wished d pregnancy had been so true. I knew i culdnt hide frm d reality;culdnt4get.Hw cn i 4get wen everyth arnd me kips reminding me of her? She loved 2 eat d food i prepared by my very hands,& now,I cnt even cook anymore.Whos going 2 taste d food,& wit a smile,tell me dat it was tasty,dat I culd cook? Whos going 2 throw white rice at me anymore? It was all too much 2 bury inside.So,i swore 2 find her,as lng as am still breathing....even if i had to grow wings. TO BE CONTINUED.......
Posted on: Mon, 28 Jul 2014 19:33:59 +0000
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