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THE NEW ME
A year later -
New York,
Cat's POV
I am finally back in my home town. One of the biggest cities in the world. It has everything fun, entertainment, all kinds of crazy. Folks from all over the world travel here to see it's beauty. People here got everything But what they don't have is time. Time to ask anyone how they are or how they feel to ask if they are okay and living well. This is a big city with people with no time on their hands. The place that meant the most to me once. My mom grew up here. Although I don't have any memory of her, I can feel her here. All my memories either good or bad, I made them all here. All my friends, my boyfriends, my first kiss, my heart breaks all that happened here. This was my happiness and dismal. My birth, My school, my graduation, college all was here.
I left it all behind when I left this place for good. I was tired of being hidden. I left all my bad memories here they were getting too much to kept inside and took all the good ones I made to cherish the few good things I had In my life as a reminder that I have to live my life no matter how hard things could get for me. It was god's will that happens to me like a blessing. So I decided that there is no running away this time.
But now that I am back here after running away for a year, I can feel the same pain I use to felt. It wasn't a one-time thing. I had that weight on my chest for years. The weight of being loathed by your own father. The feeling is a disappointment, the feeling of disapproval from the people who should be the closest to you. But you know what I don't care about it anymore. I don't care what my father feels. I won't care about him anymore. I won't beat myself for the mistakes I never made. Those things are not gonna define me anymore. No one can stop me from doing whatever my heart says. Not even my dad now.
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A year ago, I don't know what happened to me. I was so sad and depressed. I was standing on that bridge abandoned by my father in the middle of that road. I remember the fang of pain I felt in my chest as if I don't have the right to love anymore. I felt like a loser, I was hopeless. All I could recall after that was jumping off the bridge. I don't know how but I was saved and the next thing I remember was the loud wee woo sound from the ambulance. I was inside it. It felt like someone was holding my hand. I tried opening my eyes but I was too tired to do so. And again fell into a deep slumber. After that, when I woke up in the hospital. I didn't know what happened to me. I remember seeing the shocked faces of every doctor, nurses, and all the other staff members passing by. Many of them were coming just to see me. I was baffled by all that. They said that my being in this health is much more than a miracle. Nothing like that ever happened. Anyone who jumped from that bridge before, they died. And even if someone survives they were in no health to walk around this easy. My body had no injuries, either major or minor. Not internal or external. I was completely in a healthy state. I was taken to several check-ups to make sure. No one can say that I jumped from a height of more than ten feet. It was shocking for me too. I remembered the fall I made from the bridge. I remembered the suffocation I felt when I was in that cold dark water. They regret I felt forgiving of so soon, I remembered it.
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