Good-bye

It was a cold depressing day of December '16. Stars were twinkling and the moon was staring upon me. I was going through stuff. A heavy breakdown, it was. At school, that day, others saw me and asked why the heck I was being so aloof. I had no answer. They just got a stare back. I felt numb. The day before was sicker though. Something happened, during my sleep. I remember I was dreaming about things which I can't quite give you the description of. But then, there I was in school. R was there with me. For those of you who don't know, Nupur was my favorite girl-friend. Ya, there she was along with me, mumbling something. If I remember accurately, she was confessing. Confessing her love to me. Stupid dreams. I reacted to her proposal rather sadly. I said her how she deserves someone better and how I am nothing more than a loser. I screamed, I woke up. I was sobbing hard, in reality. I slept still, trying to figure out what was happening to me. Trying to control my emotions and actions. I opened my eyes wide and checked my phone. It was 3:42. I wanted to die again, giving up every bit of life I had. I was crying and crying, holding myself back, clutching my blanket over. I started thinking things. I started reliving memories, which I didn't wanted to. I started making up suicide notes in my head. And the last thing I remember doing that day, was saying 'Good-bye.'