That One Nightmare!

I could sense that. Fear. Raging inside me as I opened my eyes to start a fresh day. I knew that this day would be the worst day of my life. But somewhere in the deepest corner of my heart hope was still there. Hope of reaching the point. Hope of getting positive outcome. I never thought this day would not be like the regular days.

You might be thinking what was so fearful? Well, it was my result day. From last fifteen years of attending school, giving exams and getting report card, I never felt so remorseful. But this time it was different. I could see the red "F" mark on my report card haunting me. I knew that I screwed my exams. I knew I would fail. "Still miracles could happen," I thought. (But, what can God do? Get me 10 marks extra from somewhere? Duh!) I was wrong. I wasted my time. I never knew time was such a whore.


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I reached there. The place where I stood face to face with my report card. I tried to get back my senses but I went numb. All my fears came alive as I saw that I couldn't get passing marks in that one hateful subject. At that time I hated myself more than that subject. I hated my ways, I hated my books.

Once a bright child... now a failure!

I could see my parents from the corner of my eyes, who were standing behind me. I couldn't relate to their expressions if they were angry or sad. They were flowing in the mixed emotions of grief and rave. I couldn't fathom what was happening.

As I stood there, a sharp sound covered my ears.

It was my morning alarm.