Mark Your Absence

It was the day to face the truth for once. Had I not given in to the delusional theories of my friends of what they thought of me, things would have been better today. I wasn’t aware of what was going on but now I know.

I planned to confess to the crime and come clean. My parents thought that it was a wrong decision but I knew on the inside that I had to pay for what I did and nothing could save me from that.

Confession takes guts. I didn’t know that until I was in a position, as this, to know how it feels to have done something and to have to hide it from the world.

I was cursing my very involvement in everything I did wrong. I didn't know what else to do. I wanted it all to stop. End it once for all.

I didn’t want to be hated anymore. I didn’t want to be looked at as if I have sinned, all the time.

I had to do this. Just go and confess all the things I have done. Let go of the past and move on. I don’t expect forgiveness. I know I don’t deserve it.

But what I can do today is to confess. Tell it all out, in the form of pure truth and nothing else.

I woke up the next day morning to remembering nothing. I didn’t know what I wanted to confess anymore. I didn’t know what I thought I was guilty of anymore. Was it just a dream or did something really happen to me?