Day 2: I'm trying my hardest
Author's note: Damn guys it was so hard, i had a lot of works, and i was trying to do something "differents". Truly this time i struggle a lot. I truly thought i was going to be late. Sorry if the work is not as good as past time.
Synopsis : This time the writober theme was "Someone who keep trying to make someone they love proud, but keep failling again and again". Enjoy!
Number of words: Around 1k (half the past time, sniff the difference between work days and week-end is so high)
02:37
A slight, barely visible burgundy drop tints the pages, which were so well maintained. The young woman didn't even notice it, it took a second drop for her to pause her pen and tilt her head back, stretching out her arm to find a tissue.
Exhaustion making everything more confusing and complicated. Once the flow is stopped, use a crumpled and balled up tissue to block her nose. She decided to look at the time. “Should I go to bed? Are these few hours really worth it?" Isn't it sad to come to such questions? But the five exercises she had just done were all wrong. So much time and energy spent to realize such mediocrity.
The ticking of the clock driving her crazy, suddenly the young brunette took off her elastic, throwing it away in the corner of her room and slumping on her bed surrounded by empty cups of coffee and empty energy drinks. Despite a desire to reread her lesson one last time, at the exact moment when her body touched the cold and yet so comfortable sheets of her bed, she fell into a sleep so heavy that a hurricane could not have affected it. to go out.
6:35.
Much worse than a hurricane. The burning light forcing Gabriel to jump and look around as if she had just been stabbed. Her mind fogged by sleep and the light bulb blinding her vision, a complicated torture to bear when you are not used to it. Her mother was there, entering the room effortlessly, the sound of heels clicking on the floor making her daughter's ordeal even more excruciating. “What are you still doing lying down? You think it's a good time to sleep in? Besides, what’s all that on the floor? Hurry up." She left as violently as she had entered. Without an ounce of pity, rather a touch of contempt for her daughter who keep herself to sleep. She would love to walk into this room and find her working. But every time she went Gabriel was slumped like the lazy girl she was.
The girl, not yet fully awake, got up and headed immediately towards the bathroom. It didn't take her more than ten minutes to be perfectly ready, half-running everywhere to reassemble all her things. As she finally sat down, her mother's words hit her, and a new race to fix her room began. It was important to Gabriel.
7:23
Sitting on the sofa, an energy bar in my mouth waiting to be eaten, a book on my lap rereading her lesson once again. When her mother arrived, her heels alerting everyone in the house to her presence, Gabriel raised her head ready to leave. A slight smile on her lips, this same smile meaning “look, I’m ready and I’m working, my room is ready too”. And his mother stretched out her hand towards her daughter, with an almost gentle gesture, Gabriel almost thought she was going to be congratulated. But the hand roughly grabbed the young woman's jaw, bringing her face closer, all illusion gone to reveal the expression of disdain "What is that? Are you bleeding from your nose? Did you bump into something again? And where are your glasses?" She abruptly dropped her face, motioning for her to hurry up and follow her into the car.
A most ordinary day followed. Simply a most classic life. Gabriel was the perfect example of a background character. Uninteresting. Concentrated in court, present for her friends who are not really friends, invisible, a banal life. The perfect everyone.
10:21 p.m.
Do you know what it feels like to come home late at night after intensive revision? A harsh rain, when you can't worry about your skin freezing but only about your notebook can't be opened in this rain? Coming home exhausted, soaked, having spent a day as empty and painful as the previous ones? Gabriel knows it, she opened the door of her house “finally at home”. She put her schoolbag in a corner and before she could go to the shower she noticed her mother sitting at the edge of the table with a paper in her hands. “Your mock exam has arrived”. Words spoken so harshly. But Gabriel had worked for it. Hard, she had succeeded, she was sure of it, she had put so much energy into it, morning, noon, and evening. Not an hour of sleep or happiness wasted.
A slap. Stinging pain, her head forced back as she placed her hand on her cheek. All illusions ruined “What is this rag?! Barely average?! Even a monkey would do better! But don't worry if you think I'm going to let you drown! Go to your room to work!”
How? How months of work, hours of sleep and food skip. As she returned to her room, this feeling of having failed miserably,. Suddenly all the unhappiness of the world fell on her. Her body suffered almost as much as her shattered mind as she cried in front of her desk, trying to revise ineffectively. Isn't that unfair? Work so hard for so little. Is it so complicated to even have an hour of rest, a hug, even a look without hatred?
But nothing was lost, there was only one thing to do. Work even harder, even longer. Gabriel thought hard that if she were revising hard. Then she would succeed. She posted her goal “to see my mother smile” on her wall. Because for her, she was the only reason why her mother couldn't be happy. Always more, always longer. Less sleep, less food, more energy drinks, more of everything, less of everything. Again, again, again, again.
As soon as she got tired, this note, she would look at it and go further and further. This same note which was found in the hands of her mother on June 17 at 12:32 p.m.
Crumpling against his chest, hands trembling, eyes full of tears. Gabriel was dead, she had fainted while crossing the street from overexertion. Hit by a car. END
