The Human Race

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction' started by --dj, Aug 21, 2013.

  1. I just want to share the very short story I made for a school project. I hope you'll like it.



    There was something vibrating under my pillow and I groggily opened my left eye searching for some light. Realizing that it was just my phone, my hand slowly reached for it. I held it towards my face only to see that it was only three in the morning, so I hit the snooze button.

    ​It has always been the same old story; waking up before the sun rises, working for eight straight hours a day and going to sleep just to wake up again. I started running the human race 24 years ago and the finish line seems out of sight. Maybe later I should take a detour and finish this race…………discreetly.

    ​I looked up at the office clock, it’s already four and it’s time to go home. I packed up my things and headed to the elevator. My boss approached me with a frown plastered on his face. He was complaining about my performance. I wanted to strangle him right there but then my conscience is nagging me to not do it and so I turned back then proceeded to the elevator, got in the car and went home. As usual, I got stuck on a 2-hour traffic with only the car radio providing some sounds to my mute life.

    ​As I was lying on my bed, trying to find my sleep, I found the sleeping pills on the side table. I instantly stood up and imagined a light bulb glowing above my head. I had an idea. I could swallow three, five or ten pills to end this boring life of mine. As I was going for my 5th pill, I fell on the floor. My eyes and mouth were partly open while I reminisce moments with my ex-boyfriend before my eyes completely closed.

    ​I heard voices that woke me up, I saw the white ceiling and as I look around, I saw a machine and tubes connected to my body. When I turned to the other side of the room, I saw a man sitting beside the bed where I was lying.

    ​“Are you okay?”, he asked.

    ​“Where am I?”, I said with my hoarse voice, ignoring of what he asked.

    ​“You are in St. John’s Medical Centre. You were rushed here by the room service employee after she saw you lying on the floor.” he explained

    ​“You shouldn’t have saved me. I wanna end this boring life”

    ​“What life? You think you still have a life after trying to end the only one given to you? ”

    ​“What do you mean? And who are you, anyway?”

    “We are given only one life. There is no turning back after you destroy it.”

    “Don’t give me that gibberish. I’m going home. People here are psychos.”

    “Would a psycho save your life? Just so you know, I have been a doctor for more than a decade. Please think before you speak. By the way, you’re dying, young lady. And what you did just worsened your condition.”

    Two days had passed since the ‘psychotic’ doctor told me about my condition. I have had cancer all along. This is great. My detour led me to another detour. Sure, I would like to end my life, but come to think about it, my life just surprised me. It gave me a dose of my own medicine and it cured my suicidal tendencies. Right now, I am wandering around the hospital, seeing people crying near the death beds of their relatives. Before I got to my room, I passed by the garden. There I saw a man tending a sickly child. He was smiling which showed genuine concern, something I’d never seen before which made my heart beat a little faster. Something was urging me to approach him. I know; it’s love at first sight.

    ​I didn’t know what the man had that made me want to live longer. I went to my doctor pleading him to cure my illness. I can see the initial surprised look on his face which changed into that of pity. Why did this happen to me? Why did I have to fall in love in the middle of dying? I guess my detour has some obstacles along the way. Nobody can help me, not even the man in the garden. Feeling numb from the realization that hit me, I started gobbling towards my room which seemed to be so far. I felt lost, the hospital corridors seemed to become a maze and I got stuck in the middle of it. I want this to end. First, I wanted to finish a race, and now, I want to get out of a maze. I really suck at games. With my mind still floating, my feet moved on its own accord which sent me to the quietest part of the hospital. I looked up to see the sign ‘chapel’, thankful that it wasn’t ‘morgue’. Maybe it was a sign so I went in and prayed.

    I returned to my room looking dejected, forlorn, even after that hour-long conversation with Him. As the moon grew brighter, I couldn’t sleep for I feared the death that was coming. It was the inevitable finish line. It is so ironic, to think that I will be finishing this race but I will end up as a loser. I waited and waited for the sun to rise until I found him in my dreams……

    ​When I woke up, I was in the arms of the man whom I fell in love with for the past three days of my stay in the hospital. He told me that he heard a sobbing sound as he passed by my room when his shift ended so he went in. I was already asleep but then he stayed inside my room. When I asked him why he stayed, he did not answer. I should have shooed him because he was a stranger but then he started talking about love and his passion for medicine. I suddenly understood him. That was what I have been missing: love. He also told me about his ‘admiration’ for me. I thought that it was enough for me that the man who caught my attention and probably, even my heart, ‘admires’ me. But then he went on and on until he finally said: “can I court you?” I had to stop him right there and then because it was not possible. A man cannot court a dying girl! And so with a heavy heart, I told him about my condition. As I ended my 2-minute speech, I asked him why he even thought of asking me if he had known that I was sick. I was wearing a hospital gown, for Pete’s sake! And that was when I heard the truth from him. Being an intern in the hospital, he had some conversations with the doctors there. I felt a lot of different emotions with what he told me next. It was all a lie. I did not have cancer but the doctor whom I talked to before had to tell me that I have it for an unbelievable reason. He wanted me to learn the value of life. It did not piss me off. If he hadn’t done it, I would have attempted to kill myself again and again if I fail every time I do so. Thinking about it now, I wouldn’t have met this man beside me right now whom I would really like to know better. It was the perfect morning for me. I suddenly wanted to start the race all over again.
     
  2. Too much narration but understandable because it's the intro of your story next time separate the dialogues? good job bro.
     
  3. Yea. Thanks for the comments. It has many Narration because it is a NARRATIVE! Moron!
     
  4. Oh yeah. Also I don't think it's that realistic, because doctors can't lie about a patient's health.
     
  5. That's why it's called fiction. Yea! But thanks anyway!
     
  6. Alright. Thought it was realistic fiction, which is why I said that.
     
  7. Don't be mean to the people who comment on your story. If you don't want comments, don't post. Common sense.
     
  8. its good!
     
  9. Ohh sorry! The one who commented about the " too much narration.... thing" he is my brother so that was nothing! It was just a sort of a joke!