Vaishally Sood

Drama Tragedy Inspirational

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Vaishally Sood

Drama Tragedy Inspirational

Miracles Happen

Miracles Happen

4 mins
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Synopsis- Addilyn Emberson Green is a 22-year-old girl who is recently graduated. She was going on her first interview for a job better than any she could ever wish for. With her best friend at her side for luck, she leaves in a rush as to not get late. An accident happens, in which she not only loses her shot at getting her first job, but also her 14 years of best friend; Abir. When she goes into coma and wakes up a month later to find all this out, she attempts to commit suicide.

“No, I'm not afraid and nothing can stop me now”, I take a step forward, I now stand on the edge of the marble slab of the railing.

 “No, Addilyn, cherie, please, come here, stop”, my mother is in tears now, my father’s hands on her shoulder being the only thing that is holding her up. 

“Why, maman? Abir is dead, I killed him. The degree I’ve been working for the past four years has been demolished. The company that was hiring me hired someone else. My career is over. And now -as if life wasn’t already bad enough- I’m a cripple” The last word is a sob and fresh tears sit heavily on my eyelids.

 “Your career isn’t over, nothing is, we’ll work something out. Together. Trust me. I’ll make this right. Just come down, you’re killing me standing there.” Her voice is a rush of breaths and whimpers.

 “No, no. Naught can be done, I don’t think I can live with the memory of all this, of Abir. Of all the time I have spent of the past four years away from you guys to make a future now lost.”

 “It’s not your decision whether you want to live or not,” My father say’s, he’s been quiet all along but that’s not the reason why I have to mask off my astonishment, no, it’s his turquoise eyes-my eyes- they’re wet, his gaze is liquid fury. I always think he hardened in the army, that I’d seldom get to see him vulnerable. Clearly, I was wrong. “You’re our daughter, and she and you are two different people right now, the daughter I know is brave and companionate and would never ever give in, she would fight the world to prove herself worthy. You can die, and I will have no remorse, but you are taking my daughter with you.”

 “I was never brave and companionate, papa, you are. You can find a way through this life of a mess if you were me, I can’t, I don’t want to spend my life trying. It’s hopeless.” This conversation isn’t supposed to be happening. I was supposed to be dead by now. They were supposed to wake up and see my letter. This is all messed up. Curse those hidden cameras in my bedroom’s corridor. Do they really think of me so low? Well, they weren’t wrong.

 “Our greatest weakness lies in giving up. The most certain way to succeed is always to try just one more time. And sometimes, against all odds and all that makes sense- miracles happen.” That breaks me, Abir’s words. His last few words.

" I don’t think I’ll be able to make it, Abir. What if I don’t get the job? I don’t think I’ll be able to deal with all the shame that will come with it." I said that day in the car when we were leaving. When he was still alive.

" Our greatest weakness lies in giving up. The most certain way to succeed is always to keep trying. And sometimes, against all odds, all logic- miracles happen. Now turn the radio on and let’s go, or else I’ll give your interview and get your job, I’m pretty sure they’d rather hire a tall and handsome athlete versus some scrawny architect nerd." He said and winked, even though there was an urge to think of some retort, I hugged him.

I am furious for a second. He knows they are Abir’s words. How dare he use them now, here. But then a better part of me asks me “how can he?”. Perhaps he doesn’t know, perhaps it’s a sign. Maybe Abir isn’t really dead. My best friend, my brother, my nemesis. He’ll always live in me. He wouldn’t have wanted this. He would have told me to try and try and try again. I suddenly feel stupid, I’m a shame to his memory. 

“I’m so sorry, Abir”, I whisper, low enough for no one to hear with this howling wind. I come down, sobbing and smiling all the same. I fling my arms around both my parents and their own arms find my back. My head tips back to the starry night and my eyes find the brightest star. It winks once, or perhaps I imagined it; I wink back nonetheless. 


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