Lost

Humans create a problem and in an attempt to solve it, they end up creating more problems. This story talks about the futility of life struggles and the search for redemption.

"Hey, it's me again. Pls, hear me out". He clicked on the send icon and dropped the phone. He took his shirt off and turned on the shower; the water helped him relax. He had not been able to do that lately. He was suffering from palpitations caused by anxiety and worry. He felt his heart was weakened, he was dying slowly, and he knew it. He turned off the shower, grabbed his towel, and faced the mirror opposite the shower. 

He hated his reflection. His broad shoulders felt heavy, his saggy and swollen eyes were tears filled. 'you are a failure, he turned swiftly; he was sure he heard a voice. He checked the room, petrified and dumbfounded. But he was alone. He had heard these voices since he started taking pills, 'Get out of my head!' he screamed. He closed his eyes and held his head as if that alone would save him. He was lost. Then he sat on the bed and reflected on his life. 

At 17, he was described by his coaches as a 'generational talent.' He had been nicknamed Ronaldinho by his mates. He registered with a top European club's academy; he was due to be promoted to the senior team once he turned 18. He would finally get a chance to play in the big league and be shown on Tv. 

On a Sunday afternoon, while training, he got tackled hard by an overzealous lad. He screamed in agony, holding his knee. The doctors projected that he would be out for a few months. The months turned into a year, then two years, then three years. He tried getting back to professional football after the injury. But he struggled to reach his high standards. His legs didn't agree with his brain anymore. He was turned down at every club trial he went for. Disappointed and dejected, he resulted in coke ( not the fizzy drink), parties, and hookers. In one of his escapades, he was robbed and beaten to a pulp. He almost gave up the ghost. But he was rescued and helped to regain consciousness by a good samaritan. 

When he opened his eyes and saw her, he thought he was in heaven, and she was one of the angels. She had sparkling eyes, a sharp jawline, and perfect teeth. She was pretty. He winked, and she smiled. They got talking. He shared his experience with her. She introduced him to a psychologist. She was a human resource manager at a big firm, so she got him a part-time job and made him promise to go to school and get a degree. He explained to her that his parents were dead and he was their only child. And that his uncle was only interested in his football career and the profits he could amass from it, and when his carer ended abruptly, his uncle had disowned him. She hugged him and assured him that he had nothing to worry about. She promised to pay for his tuition. He loved her. She loved him too. She had given him a second chance at life. 

He was walking out of a lecture when his buddy told him about a school party. He declined initially, but his buddy insisted, so he obliged. He didn't tell her; he didn't think it was necessary. The party turned out to be an orgy. He was already drunk before he realized it. Naked before he could object, he gave in. Two weeks after, he got a call from a female claiming he had violated her and gotten her pregnant. He denied knowing her and blocked her from communicating with him. He thought he had solved the problem. 

He was hanging out with her. She was informing him of her promotion at the firm to become the head of her department and how she loved him enough to want to marry him. Then the female from the party barged in on them, spilling the beans while holding his underwear from the night. She looked at him in disbelief. He ran after her, begging. She didn't look at him. The next day, she sacked him and stopped funding his education. She didn't reply to his texts, nor did she pick up his calls. He cried and hated himself; his old demons were rejuvenated - coke, alcohol, parties, and hookers- he withdrew from the rest of the world into a hole. His results at school deteriorated, then he was advised to withdraw. His life was worse than when she met him. 

Now, he was staring at the mirror with his hands in his head. His room was as untidy as his life. He slid on his shorts and left the wet towel on the floor. He reached for his phone and texted her again. He picked up the bottle on the table beside his bed. He emptied the pills in his hands. It was not the one recommended by the doctors. He sighed; he had nothing to lose. He gulped the pills and slumped to the bed. He stared at the fan rolling on the ceiling. His eyes closed slowly. This sleep would be his last. 

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