Lola
Tired...so tired. Of thinking. Of talking. Especially explaining myself. Trying to find the words to spill all this mess inside of me, out.
And they don't get it. So they poke...and prod...and test while I sit here in this place wondering if I'll ever have a life.
I've had my 15 minutes of glory! On my very worst day. How's that for celebrity status?! When I felt like crap no one wanted to listen. Now they've spent all these months like surgically-extracting every bit of feeling from my brain. It hurts. They dissect each word I use. Analyze the tone of my voice. Every expression on my face. Be careful what you say, you might actually mean it. And...you'll be held accountable.
But what they've really been digging for is remorse. My doctors. My lawyer. They're all looking for my regret. While I'm numb? How can I feel anything for those people? Besides, what they did makes them part of this thingy. Like a dance. Are they sorry? Anybody bugging them for apologies? For damn sure not!
But me? They want to see tears. Well, sorry folks. All cried out long ago. Shows over. Move along now. Exit to the right please...
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
ENOUGH
Fiksi RemajaWhen the first 6 minutes of 14-year old Lola's Tuesday morning is shattered by running, screaming, stabbing (& laughter?), everyone must grapple with who's 'not enough' and who's 'enough' - especially Lola since she's the cause of the chaos.
