Puppet on a String

It was one of those days. When everything seems so depressing, everything feels so wrong.

Inhale. Exhale. Everything seems so cliché. You don’t want this life. A life where everything is in order, when everything seems like it’s made for you. You feel like you’re being controlled, like a puppet on a string.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

You heard footsteps behind you. Automatically, you turned to see who it was. It was Amanda. She’s here early, you thought. Because usually you were always the first one to arrive in Endeavor. You shrugged, not giving importance to her. Someone tapped your shoulder and you wonder who it was. You were surprised to see that it was Amanda. She said hi. And to be polite you said hello. You have no idea why she’s talking to you, you and her were never friends. Suddenly, out of nowhere she asked if you want to skip class. You were stunned, confused. But to your surprise you said yes.

You went to the park with Amanda. And you can’t believe it, you can’t believe that you just skipped class and you’re in a park with Amanda. The Amanda Valentino. You asked her why she had brought you here. She said because she wants to. You asked her why. But she said that everything doesn’t have to have a reason. You thought that maybe, just maybe she was right. She stood up and you asked where you were going next. But she didn’t reply. So you just followed her. Everything doesn’t have to have a reason. Those words linger on your head.

You went to different places. A gallery, a vintage store, a museum. But neither of you spoke to each other. But nevertheless you loved it. You love the silence. Maybe that was just what you needed, silence. You were grateful of that silence because everyone in your whole life never gave it to you. Not your family, no not even your friends. They always talked about their problems. It was always about them. They always look to you for a shoulder to cry on. But when it was your turn to look for a shoulder to cry they were never there. Not even once.
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It happened all so fast. All of the sudden you and Amanda were friends. The best of friends, she told you. You said thank you. She said you’re welcome.

“Won’t you ask what I thanked you for?” you said.

But all she did was smile and said “ Everything doesn’t have to have a reason. “

You bid your farewells. Suddenly you don’t feel so sad anymore. You feel like all the pieces fit together now. You don’t feel like a puppet on a string anymore. Because Amanda was the one to cut those strings.

But after that day Amanda was gone… again .