STUBBORN

By: Murasaki09

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“When I was younger, my parents always knew that I would become a doctor someday. They dreamt of me finding cures to such and such illnesses, and they believed that I would even surpass my father with that genius brain of his. And for a while, everything was going as planned. With all their training and strict guidance, I was accelerated twice. I was always the best in my class. My IQ proved to be exceptionally high, and I was more responsible and mature than anyone else my age. I never dared fail to be the best. But you see, good things never last. I didn’t either.

In High School, I was still one of the top, but I was no longer the number one. If in one semester, I got higher grades than in the last, it doesn’t matter. I win this and that contest, but it doesn’t matter. I perform on stage in front of the whole school, and it still doesn’t matter. Any of my efforts were ignored and my accomplishments were all brushed aside without being recognized. After all, I wasn’t the best in my batch any longer – I didn’t deserve any recognition anymore.

Somewhere in College, my grades sank. The lessons got too hard for me. I failed a subject, though I faught tooth and nail to pass it... So i learned to live with the looks of disappointment from my parents – I was able to handle those. But when they started blaming me for wasting their time, money, and effort for the last sixteen years (for I wouldn’t become a doctor after all like they had planned, with grades like this), I cracked. I guess I was furious at myself for having failed them. They were right... I was a waste of everything they worked hard for. And to think that before, I never dared fail to be the best . How ironic. They worked so hard... I am a failure... No, I forgot; soon it will be that I ‘was’ a failure... Soon, when all my blood has finally flown out of me through the cuts on my wrists, they’ll be free of the white elephant that was me...

Hmm... When I look closely at the cuts, they were perfectly set. I must say, I might’ve made a good doctor after all...”,

the person in the tape gave out a bitter laugh, and so ended the recorded last words of a piece of the hope of mankind... The inspector shook his head as he looked down to the pale face of the dead body on the table, and switched off the mini cassette-player in his hand. Slowly, he turned away from the cadaver and passed by the hysterical parents being calmed by one of the workers. The mother of the body called out to him, but he ignored her and went straight outside to the dark parking lot. Thoughts of the paperworks left on his desk made him stop before stepping into the car – he remembered that the deadline for those papers was tomorrow. He needed to finish them tonight and that, he knew. He also knew that he needed to go check on the progress of his colleagues on the latest homicide case. But right now, what he really needed to do was to go get himself a drink or he would drown in the memories he had tried to forget...

Thatdead girl back there... That could’ve been him once...

As he drove past a red stoplight, on the way to his favorite hang, one thought kept popping up into his mind:

‘Parents – they never learn, do they? I also tried to kill myself back then... Now, they had the gall to drive my sister to her death, too...’

The image of his dead sister’s corpse on the table, and the yells of his hysterical parents, never left his head for the remainder of the night.

End

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Please tell me, was the plot of this story clear enough for you? If not, then I must’ve done a poor job somewhere... Please inform me if I should change anything here... I am proud of this work of mine, but I must admit that I am not very confident about everybody understanding what it really means...

Please review? Thanks!

--murasaki09