Just a little more | One-shot

The pitter patter sound of the rain knocking on the glass windows. 
The shuffling of nervous feet against the dirty floors. 
The rubbing of hands to shake of the nervous feeling building in the chest. 
Who knew that receiving test results would be so torturous, tiring and tense? Of course, unless you are an ace student, I doubt receiving your test results would be so nerve wrecking. 
However, this tension grows in everyone, slowly creeping into everyone's minds. They would want you to drop everything, to leave everything behind, roll on your bed and forget everything. 
'Give up, throw in the towel', a voice whispered in my head. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out that mental voice. 
My teacher's sudden loud voice boomed over my thoughts, her radiant smile being very encouraging. "Guys, don't fret about this so much! This isn't gonna determine much of your life, the next major exam will. Die here and do better next time!" 
I stared at my papers, watching the glaring red marks at every corner of the paper. It was like scolding me for procrastination. I sighed in disbelief and ran my fingers through my hair. To score so low despite all the hard work... I must say... 
It's worrying. 
Is it because I am not good at studying? Or am I studying the wrong way? Am I doing something wrong?
Downcast, I want to give in to those words. I want to stop. I want to drop all those stress, away from the drama called reality. 
'All you got to do is forget all these nonsense and I'll help you with the rest,' the voice whispered again. That voice was dark, cold, yet so alluring and tempting; as if giving in to the devil would solve all my problems.
However, my teacher's encouraging tone was like God's words to me. It shook me out of my stupor.  
"Don't beat yourself over this time's failures! Work harder, get stronger, and I'm sure all of you will score well."
"Don't you dare GIVE UP! You still have TIME!"
I shot up from my daze, eyes wide, posture rigid, just like watching a truck barrelling towards me and I could not do anything. 
"Not doing well doesn't mean it's the end. You're still young, there's still so many things out there for you. If you stop now, then you'll really be in deep trouble!"
My fingers tightened their grip over the papers. If ripping them apart can solve all my problems, I would gladly do it. However, if I were to stop now, everything that I had went through would be lost. 
I steeled my heart, strengthened my resolve, a new, clean, positive filter being left in my mind. I took a deep breath and breathed out slowly, a small smile soon gracing my lips. 
'Wait, what do you think you're doing? You're suppose to give up and end all these, not take another step-!'
'My body, my brain, my mind. I do what I want and I'm going to do my best. You ain't gonna stop me!'
There was a short scream of anguish and that dark thought was gone. Replacing it was a new warm feeling pooling in my chest.
I am going to do it, I just got to give it little more, put in more effort, and nothing will stop me, because, to end it here... 
It was not as satisfying as I thought. 

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