This whole year I haven’t studied…. I am not the one to blame….. The pine classes were never good because of network issues, second we didn’t have books, and third after opening college for two months they stopped online classes as well
And now we are gonna have exam fever.
Although it’s open book exam but the thing is……… I’ve forgotten to hold pen now.
I’ve been only typing and forgotten how to write…..
We have 9 subjects…. We have to write 20 pages for each subject to get only Passing marks….
And …….. And we will only have 5 days to write this
9 subjects – 5 days……
Why don’t you just kill us…… 😭😭😭😭😭
Bye bye my hands …. I loved you and I will miss you….. I know after writing non stop for this 5 days… You will leave me…… I will miss you my hands…. You help d me a lot and thank you for serving me whole this time.
I am sor y for not being able to save you 😭😭😭 bye bye 🤧🤧🤧🤧
” you are just unworthy person or you so unlucky that even your hard work can’t let you win.”
” forget it! you can’t make it.”
” you lose again. you can never achieve anything.”
” what’s the point of trying your best when you can’t even win.”
” being best in yourself is useless if you don’t get the first place.”
this words were echoing in her mind. she was pulling her hair with all strength. alone in the room with not a trace of light, she locked herself up in the room and isolated from the world.
” daughter! open the door. it isn’t a big deal. stop thinking too much over such a small matter.” her mother was knocking the door.
” aunty don’t worry! zaayra is a strong girl. she is just a bit upset. she is a smart girl.” her best friend tried to calm her mother down.
zaayra was in great despair after losing the competition for fourth time. everytime she tried hard, she and everyone believed that she will win but everytime she lost.
she was broken. her confidence was shredded in pieces. she decided to give up.
” no matter hard I try, even if deserve it I won’t get anything. or maybe I am just useless, I am good for nothing person.” she mumbled and cried.
she teared up a bunch of papers which were written by her. she believed she will never be able to be a successful writer.
after crying for a long time her eyes were swollen but the tears were streaming down her face.
her mother and best friend were sitting at the door and waiting for her to come out.
zaayra opened the drawer and took out a blade.
after locking herself up in the room for a whole day and night, she kept crying and didn’t eat air drink anything.
she was feeling extremely weak. she felt dizzy and fell down.
she dragged down many things from table. a audio player dropped and broke down and a song started to play.
When you try your best, but you don’t succeed When you get what you want, but not what you need
Lights will guide you home And ignite your bones And I will try to fix you
But if you never try you’ll never know Just what you’re worth
Tears stream down your face When you lose something you cannot replace Tears stream down your face and I Tears stream down your face I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
zaayra stood up. she put the blade down on table table.
the other song started to play
Is that all your dream is?
That’s a lie, you such a liar See me, see me, ya you’re a hypocrite Why’re you telling to go a different path? Take care of yourself Please don’t force me (Lalalalala) What’s your dream, what’s your dream? (Lalalalala) Is that it? Is that it?
she picked up the audio player and put it on the table. the songs were playing one after another.
So many worries behind that sigh Stop worrying, you already know Whenever you wanna give up in the middle of this road Shout out even louder So what what what
she took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
seven boys were standing in front of her and smiling brightly. they were waving at her and cheering for her.
they signalled her to open the door, (the door were covered with fog and a shining.
she wiped off the tears and took a deep breath. she took a step forward to the door. with every steps the cheering by those seven guys were getting louder.
she opened the door. her mother cried out of happiness and hugged her and kissed her forehead and cheeks. her best friend was smiling at her and hugged her.
zaayra looked back, the seven guys were waving and were saying best of luck to her. zaayra smiled and nodded.
after three months. she again participated in the writing competition. in these three months, everyday she listened the songs gained inspiration and wrote the best she can.
the competition ended.
” the winner of this writing competition is………. miss….. Elsa Jones.
wait wait wait
there is an announcement.
this year, the popular magazine ‘ hear content ‘ has created a special column ‘ feel the words ‘ and one of our contestant’s article has been chosen for it.
and that article is ‘ BTS my savior ‘ written by miss zaayra.
zaayra was so happy that she was tearing up. she went up on stage. she was smiling brightly.
she was seeing those seven boys who were standing far and waving hands. they were cheering for her and thumping up. they disappeared in light.
she smiled at them and bowed down. and shouted
THANK YOU BTS FOR SAVING ME, HELPING ME AND ROOTING FOR ME.