There is no satisfactory response. All you get is a cold, unfeeling rejection form letter staring at you. It wasn’t even personal and it couldn’t have sounded less sincere if it tried. They say that they’re sorry but you know they’re really not.
You sigh. Why does this have to happen? You’ve been trying for months and the result is always the same. How is this fair?
You want to cry out your hurt and your despair and you can’t stop the tears as they fall down your face. But you swipe them away with your hand, willing yourself to stop crying. You can’t cry, not now anyway. You need to focus. You need to try and fix this.
Eventually, you find someone to talk to, but you can’t see their face and they tell you nothing that can help. You just want some advice, you just want to know what you’re doing wrong so you can fix it. But they say nothing of use. They just belittle you and make accusations and assumptions without really looking at the facts. You keep trying to explain, asking for a chance, telling them to reconsider.
Your mind repeats a mantra of ‘please, someone give me a chance, what did I do wrong, please reconsider, please someone hear me out, someone listen to me, please’.
But it’s no use.
You’re faced with unsympathetic and cruel people who couldn’t care less, who think that just because they’re so successful and rich and have accomplished so much that they can just look down on everyone else and mistreat them.
No one understands you. You struggle not to cry all over again, standing up to just leave, unable to take this anymore. You can’t help but feel bitter and resentful, thinking this is so unfair.
Outside, as you stare up at the dark starry sky, you let your emotions and feelings wash over you. You can’t help but feel so angry and frustrated, furious and pissed off. You wish it didn’t have to be this way. You just want your voice to be heard.
One day, you think, some day, these people, all those who rejected you, all those who never gave you a chance, all those who were never there, they will get what’s coming to them. “This I swear, this I promise,” you solemnly say with only the stars and the moon as your witness.
Years pass. You didn’t lie. You kept your promise.
In the end, everyone did get what they deserved.
*Notes:
- Image with added text was modified by Freya Yuki (CC:BY-SA) based on the image by CoDLia (CC:BY-SA) from deviantArt
- Image is meant to represent the sadness of the main character in the short story
- YouTube video features a song entitled “Boulevard Of Broken Dreams” by Green Day
