One of E'm posts- May be the Final :)

"Why havent you slept yet? Its nearly 3.0 !" The mother asked in utter astonishment still with a timely yawn.
She didnt say anything. her eyes were glued to the laptop.
"Movies! Are you crazy? Is this the time for a girl to be awake?" The mothers nonchalant talk continued and she paid no little attention to those. She was away. The mother didnt pay attention to her forcibly tangled hair or her red swollen eyes.
"Get some sleep girl. Why are you doing this? Well Its just 3 hours to morning. Vacations doesnt mean that you can get up anytime you want. " Her tone a bit harsher, and with that she left the room.
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Three o'clock.She stared at the clock.The way the second hand of the clock was racing against the minute hand. Race! Life has so become a Race. A race that never ends. The reward of the race is what make people RACE. Reward. What is supposed to be my reward? A lost world which can never be regained. She looked around. Lonliness never scared her. But silences did. The deadly silence in the room was more than an understatement to scariness.The ticking of the clock seemed much evident and loud. There passes these minutes, these last minutes...

Slowly she got up and looked up the mirror. The swollen eyes, the shaggy hair, the depression-studded face evoked a laughter in her. She laughed at the top of her voice, like in a myriadic tale, her eyes welled up  simultaneously. She wondered for the first time ever in her life whether she was beautiful. Though it didnt ever mean to her all these days, Now it did, at least at this last hour.

The curiosity in her wide eyes was shadowed with grief. Three days of fasting had already made her already fragile figure much more weaker.She stared at herself in the mirror. The seconds seemed to tick away slowly.The more she stared into the mirror, the more she felt the inrush of anger within her.And to hiatus of it, she picked up the timepiece and throw-ed on to the mirror with all the fury that instilled in her. Satirically,the mirror broke into a zillion pieces and her image on every broken piece, made her infuriated.

She could hear the drum beats in her head . She closed her ears tightly with both her hands,With every second the beats seemed to....

The blah blah blahs! It really would freak you out if asked to write about a suicidal attempt you had in your life, Wont It ?. So excuse me for the abrupt end of the story. Well you heard it right. A SUICIDAL Attempt :D

Sounds crazy to me now after the survival, the bedrest and reset time of a wrecked totallly emotionally damaged girl as you would put it through, and the funniest part is that at the end, I have started loving this new life, just  like the way before, with no dark stains of you in it :)

Thanks for making me this Strong A Girl !