This is a short story I wrote based on an article and something that my friend wrote. I would like to thank her for this opportunity. Hope you readers like it.
“Are you okay?” they ask.
What does this question even mean? Is it supposed to make someone feel better? Show someone else’s consideration? If yes then it fails to do so.
It sounds like a question for the person asking it. If the answer is yes the person feels satisfied and if it’s no, then fake concern follows it and the person asking thinks you’re an attention seeker.
If you’re in this state you’ll try to change it, you’ll listen to happy music. Thinking maybe this concern is real, maybe better things will happen, but then you realize that this song isn’t for you, the person singing doesn’t even know if you exist!
This question is absolutely useless over the voices in your head; they overcome your feelings, but no one’s there to shut them up.
This isn’t like a sweet sad movie you saw or that sad but happily- ending book you read, it’s the bitter reality, which sucks.
Gradually you let it go, you give in to the voices, you give up the hope of love and care and let the pain in.
One question can cause all of this.
“I’m okay,” you reply.