“Relax your right hand.”
I lay on a metal plate, staring up at the plain bright ceiling.
“Remember when I was drunk, and vomiting, and how I wished I was dead?”
“And remember that time when I had fever and diarrhea and all I did was cry? Thinking of ways to die?”
He moved his hands through my hair- his touch was calming.
“Yes.” He whispered.
“I`ve been thinking-”
“Lift your left leg.” he interrupted. I did.
He nodded, and I continued. “Humans are made to be that way. Self-centered, I mean. Only thinking of their pain, their suffering. There is a whole world out there. If I go away, or never existed, would anything have change?” He remained silent, and I could only hear the two of us breathing for awhile.
“Sit up.” I did. I straightened my skirt to hide my legs and unrolled my sleeves. He was done sewing up the cuts I made. It didn`t hurt when he sewed me- it never did.
“Maybe it would. The world isn`t that large, and with the internet, a person can be known world-wide within a day.” He told me this as he used his stethoscope on my back. I took deep breaths.
“I know we
re supposed to be special- unique." I replied when he was done. "But if all of us are unique, doesnt that make us normal? I mean, uniqueness is having something no one else has. If everyone has it, it`s as ordinary as snow during winter.”
“And yet every snow is made different.”
“Which makes them all the same.”
He signaled me to stand up. “You would have made a good – maybe even creating a new type of philosophy like dark philosophy, if you didn`t try killing yourself all the time.”
“Thanks for keeping it a secret.”
“As long as you don`t succeed.” He replied at the door, shaking my hand.
“Well, all I want is escape…”
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