MY DREAMS CHARTERED

My eyes scanned the list,my heart sinking with each passing moment.I had been waiting for what felt like an eternity for my exam results, and now, my worst fears were confirmed. I hadn't made the list.

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I felt all hope slipping away. I had been so sure I had done well, so sure I had a chance. But now, it seemed like all my efforts had been for nothing.

I felt like I was drowning in a sea of despair, unable to catch my breath. My mind raced with thoughts of what I could have done differently, what I could have done better.

I threw my phone across the room, watching as it bounced off the wall and landed on the floor with a faint crack. I didn't care. I didn't care about anything right now.

I collapsed onto her bed, burying her my face in her pillow as the tears finally began to flow. I cried for what felt like hours, my body shaking with sobs.

Eventually, exhaustion took over, and I fell into a fitful sleep. But even my dreams were haunted by visions of failure and disappointment.

When I woke up the next morning, I felt like I had been hit by a truck. My head was pounding, my eyes were swollen, and my body ached all over. But it was nothing compared to the pain in my heart.

I spent the next few days in a haze of despair, barely leaving my bed or bothering to change my clothes. I didn't answer my phone, didn't respond to messages, didn't even bother to get out of bed.

James tried to reach out to me, but I pushed him away, not wanting to talk to anyone. I just wanted to wallow in my own misery, to let the pain of my disappointment wash over me.

James made it to the list but I didn't, my parents tried talking to me that it wasn't the end of the world but all they said felt like words that I couldn't hear. My heart was so sad cause of all the plans I had in mind to do with James, how we would stay in the same house and might start up something more than a friendship.

All that seems like a silly dream now. I can't even control the tears falling from my eyes or to even face James.

But as the days turned into weeks, I began to realize that I couldn't stay in this rut forever. I needed to pick myself up, dust myself off, and try again. Easier said than done, but I knew it was the only way to move forward.

With a heavy sigh, I finally dragged myself out of bed and began to take small steps towards recovery. I took a shower, got dressed, and even managed to eat a little something.