Rosalie knew her life would never be the same after she heard the phone ring. She had been waiting for this phone call for almost two whole years now. She made her way to the telephone and stood there contemplating what she should do. In her head she started imagining what it would be like. She could almost hear the entire conversation in her head from the first breath she would hear, until the sound of the phone being shut.
As she stood there she could not understand what was happening to her. She was getting the most peculiar feeling. She looked outside the window and before she knew it her imagination had consumed her. She started thinking about all the moments in her life that have led her to this exact instant in time.
She was born to a family of 5 members including her. She was living with her two sisters and her mother. She had always felt like an outsider. It seemed that nobody around her could understand her. She was rebellious and angry throughout most of her adolescence. She had pushed people away with her rage. Her only outlet was music. She was never a musician though, she was a mere fan. When she turned 21 she ran away with a local band that she liked and toured around the region with them. She started learning how to play instruments with them, but her passion was for singing and she trained long and hard to be a good singer. It was just not written in the stars for her, she was a horrible singer and an even worse performer. But the band told her she was good so she would stay with them. When Rosalie sang she sang from her heart, although her vocal chords were not an instrument of melody. When she sang she could almost feel the notes come out of her throat like silk, and she loved it. In her mind she could see the crowd cheering for her and the people singing along to her songs. She believed her talent was special and she was determined on pursuing her dream.
She had sent a song she had recorded to many record labels but none of them called her back. None of them told her she was good. But she still thought she had great talent. Her spirit was hopeful and unbreakable. Nothing was going to stop her from reaching her dream.
Rosalie had a habit of doing drugs as well. It helped extend her imagination to further realms, and she loved that. Her imagination was the most important thing to her, it kept her going. Whenever she would do drugs she would sit back in the silence, close her eyes, and start reflecting and imagining things she knows she would never experience in real life. It cannot be said that Rosalie is a drug addict, because in fact she isn’t. She is simply addicted to her own imaginary world.
So here she is now, standing in front of the telephone, gazing outside the window with her head in the clouds. She suddenly awakens from her trance, but gazing still outside the window. She realizes that there is something missing. Something has changed since she first started reflecting. The phone had stopped ringing. The minute she notices the silence she goes into an almost instant state of frenzy. ‘What have I done?’ she thinks. She starts pacing around the room in the darkness with her eyes closed. Pacing soon turns into running, and running soon turns into screaming. She was devastated inside. She had missed the single most important moment of her entire life. With her eyes closed, she had missed the phone call.
I just wrote this story. I know it is kind of weird but I think it’s something to reflect on and it gives you something to think about. Weird is good xP
Hope you all Like it, please tell me what you think.
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