Prompt Challenge: 6-4 Little Fighter

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Hello Nerds, here it is. The last prompt of August. I can’t believe this month has gone by so fast. This short story is a little inspirational. I hope you all receive the message in this one.

August Prompt

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6-4 Little Fighter

Sonya sat in the floor of her bedroom. The night was quiet and the whole neighborhood was dark due to the mandatory power outage. A few months ago, Sonya would be in bed with a flashlight, but things had changed. Sonya had not read in weeks, she just didn’t feel the drive to do so anymore. Actually, she didn’t feel the drive to do anything anymore. She loved when the whole neighborhood went black, because it matched the darkness growing inside of her. It was the only time she would let herself cry, the only time she could stop hiding and finally give in to the ache that had buried itself deep in the pit of her stomach.

She wasn’t always so depressed and no one had noticed the change in her. She wouldn’t let them see it. She was supposed to be strong, a leader. That is what they all expected from her and she couldn’t let them down. She tried to figure out where her sadness had come from, but there was nothing major happening in her life. She lived alone and didn’t hang out with friends much. Or rather, they didn’t hang out with her anymore. They all had other things to do, families to take care of, jobs to succeed in. Sonya had a job, but she sat at a desk in a lonely office, waiting for someone to need her.

That is what brought her to the point she was at. Sitting in her bedroom floor, a razor in one hand and the other hand full of sleeping pills. She was going to make sure no one could save her. She couldn’t be the leader anymore, the strong one. Life was too lonely and she just couldn’t take it anymore. “I’m done.” She said to the darkness.

“Don’t do it.” Another voice entered the room. Sonya jumped.

“Who are you? Who is there?” A flash light clicked on and a man stood in the door frame.

“My name is Blaze.” He said, moving to sit in front of Sonya.

“Why are you here?”

“To save you, of course.” He said, smiling at her.

“You can’t save me.” Sonya said, looking away from Blaze.

“No, you are right.” He said. Sonya looked at him, bewilderment filling her eyes. “I can’t save you, the only one that can save you is yourself.” He patted her hand.

“I don’t want to save me.” She whispered.

“But you do.” Blaze laughed. “If you didn’t want to save yourself, you would have already taken the pills at least.” Sonya realized she was no longer holding the pills.

“Where did they go?” She asked, searching the floor for them.

“They are already gone, Sonya.” His smile never fading. “You are fighting a battle with your inner demons. You are winning. Keep fighting.”

“I have nothing to fight for.” Sonya said as a tear raced down her cheek. Blaze swiped it away.

“You have everything to fight for.” He said. “You don’t need someone or something to fight for. You just have to fight for you.”

“I’m not worth fighting for.”

“Everyone is worth fighting for. No matter what you think of yourself, or what you think others think of you. You are a person who deserves to breathe the air as much as the next. You are special.”

“Yeah? What makes me so special?”

“You are alive, unique, and beautiful. You are Sonya. Even if you were not a leader, you would still be important. Every life has a purpose, we just don’t always get to know that purpose.”

“What if my purpose is to die?” Sonya asked.

“Would you be thinking about it this hard if you really felt that way?” He asked. “Look at your other hand.”

“Where did the razor go?” Sonya asked, confused as to why her hands were empty now.

“You never had either one, you only thought you did.” Blaze stood up. “Sadness is within all of us. We battle it every day. No one is better than the other at battling it, some days are just harder than others. In a room full of friends we feel completely alone. No one can understand the battle in your own head. We are alone, but we are also part of a group.”

“A group of nut jobs, it sounds like.” Sonya snorted.

“Maybe so.” Blaze said, holding his hand out to Sonya. She took his hand and let him pull her up from the floor. “But we are special nut jobs. All of us. We serve a purpose of some sort. Maybe your purpose is to lead, or to make others smile. Maybe your purpose is just to keep fighting and show others it’s possible.” Blaze cut out his flashlight. “Just remember that you are always special in some way. Never give up, never surrender. Just keep fighting.”

Sonya didn’t say anything, she just sat down on her bed and stared at the direction she thought Blaze was in. And it was that exact moment that the power came back on…Blaze was gone.

Sonya never saw Blaze again and wondered how much of that night was real. What she never questioned, was the lesson she learned from it. She was not alone and she could fight until the day she drew her last breath.

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