So I wrote this text for school and just wanted to post it to get some opinions on it!
If you read it please be honest with your opinions!❤️
I’m sorry if there are grammar issues my first language isn’t English!
Summary: im not too sure how to summarize this but it’s kinda sad ig?
This was it the day he would end everything. Well not everything obviously but It was pretty much everything he had. His Life. But why would he do something like that, you might ask yourself. Well, let me take you back a month ago.
He was supposed to go see The Cure, however, his boss forced him to take the afternoon shift. Knowing that his brother, Thomas loved the band, Jude decided to give the tickets to him as a present so they wouldn’t just go to waste.
Oh What a foolish decision it turned out to be.
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POV: Thomas
It all happened way too fast for my brain to understand what was happening.
One second, I was singing, almost feeling the music in my veins. Lights flashing people laughing.
The next, someone screamed.
I thought it was part of the show. Then more voices joined in - panicked, wrong. The music faded into nothingness making everything a hundred times worse.
Not even a second later the smoke came - thick and black.
It swallowed me almost like its alive. People around me started pushing and the inevitable happened: I fell to the ground and was almost being trampled by the crowd.
“Get up!” someone shouted.
I thought about Jude and how I should’ve refused to take the tickets but it was too late now.
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POV: Jude
I didn’t hear about the incident until hours later.
It was all over the media.
“Fire at The Cure Concert: 74 injured, 16 dead”
Dead. The word rang through his head.
“No, it can’t be. It´s just not possible” he said loudly even if there wasn’t anyone to hear him right now.
But it was true.
Thomas was dead and all Jude Could think about was “it should have been me, not him”.
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The days after didn’t feel real.
People tried talking to me, but I never really listened.
Mom cried.
Till now I hadn´t.
I read our old messages.
“Have fun at the concert! Be careful”
That one hit the hardest.
Days turned into weeks, but nothing changed.
I still thought it should’ve been me dying that night.
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About a month later I was in my room.
Everything was too quiet.
I didn’t bother checking my phone after it lit up one too many times.
“It should’ve been me in that stadium”, The thought never really left my head. The words somehow felt heavier now.
I looked around my room once more. I just wanted it to end. I didn’t want to keep feeling this way.
Empty.
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I don’t remember the exact moment everything went black.
But for a second I thought it was all over.
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But I woke up anyways.
Wait. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I wasn’t supposed to wake up.
Everything was the same.
Everything but the clock on my bedside table.
It showed the date of the day I wanted to make it all end.
“This wasn’t supposed to happen. Why am I back here?” The thoughts were racing through my head like blazing flames.
And somehow, I knew it.
That I ended up back where I was just before I was supposed to close my eyes forever.
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The first day was absolute torture.
I had to witness my mom crying over my half-conscious body all over again.
On the 5th day I had lost all hope to escape the never ending loop I was trapped in and just kept repeating the dumb decision made that first day over and over again.
I saw no reason for me to try and get better because I thought the day would just keep repeating over and over again.
So I stopped caring.
Stopped eating and sleeping.
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Day 12
I stopped counting but somehow I knew.
The same light through the curtains.
The same quiet house.
The same weight in my chest.
Mom was in the hallway again.
Crying.
I sat up in bed, staring at the clock. Same date. Same time.
Again.
“It should’ve been me,” I whispered.
The words didn’t feel as heavy as they did the first time
Not because they didn’t hurt anymore
but because I had said them too many times
I got up off my bed. Picked up my phone and saw missed calls and messages I had never answered flashing over my screen.
I needed the loop to end. But how?
I texted my mom.
“Mom?”
I heard the crying stop. Then footsteps. Fast.
Then my door opened and my mother stood in the doorway.
Not even looking at her, the only thing I said was
“Sorry!”
That made her break down,she started crying again hugging me tightly.
And for the first time in what felt like ages I started crying.
I looked at the clock expecting it to reset and pull me back to the moment I had wanted to end it all.
But it didn’t.
It kept going.
Thx for reading! I would rlly appreciate feedback!
