DOCTOR STRANGE

44

WISH ON THE STAR

It was getting darker and darker, the sun was setting. The weather was starting to chill, cold breeze was flowing over the town giving the shivers. The city was jingling with city lights too bright for eyes, blue, white, yellow, everywhere. But there was also red, the red light from the siren of the ambulance. The sign of grief that there is someone in that noisy vehicle chasing through the traffic, someone who is in the prayers of many, who wants them to be safe, and who is now struggling.

The road was whirring with the sound of the siren of that ambulance and whoever it passes from wishes the suffering of the person inside to ease. The destination wasn't far not the traffic can stop them. There was still a chance. But when a person lost the hope that they hold onto to live in This world, getting them out of the dark gets near to impossible. They didn't get the help when they still can, and when they needed it so bad, so what difference would it make, they think.

Ren was sitting beside Catherine all the time when the vehicle was rushing to the hospital, holding her hands praying for her to be saved. She was still alive. She fell from 135 ft, this could break her into pieces but she was still alive. Sure she almost crosses over to the other world, but she was still hanging on. maybe the hope was still there, somewhere struggling to breathe that kept her alive. Struggling to move on, to leave everything and rest in peace, she couldn't do that. she still wanted to live. Her body was weak and broken both physically and mentally. But she was still looking for a reason. Maybe she'll find another reason to smile her beautiful smile once again. Her condition was getting worse and worse with every passing minute, but wait why is she holding on, how is she still holding on?

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"Hey isn't she the nerd from the business department? She is in her freshman year." A student said, sitting on the wooden chair among all the students who never got the balls to stand up on the stage, but to criticize those who can.

"Yeah, I've seen her too. She got into the college with the best score. Bet all she could do is l*****g her books in the library all day. Look at her man she is like a hippie." Another said.

"Mr. West, she's your younger daughter, right? Catherine. Such a bright child. You are lucky to have such capable daughters." President said to my father. I feel like I can hear them all. All those who criticized me or the one praising me. I am already nervous about being on this stage in front of all these people. and all these people, they are not at all helpful, I'm getting more and more nervous. It's like I'm hearing things.

All I ever wanted in my life was my father's approval, just once. Just for once, I wanted him to know that my mother's death wasn't my fault. I wasn't the one who killed her. No Matter how much he is grieving, how much he blames me, I can't say that it was my fault. Because I know it wasn't. I was just a baby with zero brains.

I have this one chance to prove to my father that I can be capable too just like my sister is. Even if not more than her but at least her ten percent. I want him to treat me equally for once, but it didn't happen, ever. My tongue froze on the stage. I couldn't utter a single word out of my mouth. Words couldn't come out no matter how I tried. My lips were stuttering and so was my tongue. My gaze went from all over the hall straight back to my father, his eyes were already at me, staring at me. I was almost like he had red anger filled eyes. I can see the shame in his eyes, even the anger was evident in them, he felt shameful to be my dad. He always had this ashamed gaze in his eyes whenever he looks at me. I can recognize this gaze from the distance of a mile. I wanted it so badly, I wanted it to change. But I know I am still incapable of achieving that.