Of my sorrow
His name was Benoni or Ben-Oni
Which if translated to English means "Son of my sorrow"
He was given that name because of his conception. Well mostly, the way he was conceived. And his mother hated him because of it.
He walked to his room, it was Friday night his roommate wouldn't be there until Monday morning.
Ben-Oni:The freedom students think they have...
He mumbled to himself
"Atleast someone cares about him."
Something whispered in his head "Who cares about you?"
Ben-Oni: Right
He said out loud and switched on the lights. The thought of his mother shouting 'I hate you!' comes back to him. No one loved him. He was called many things: weirdo,outcast, stupid. But nothing hurt more than his mother calling him by his name.
You see 'Ben-Oni' means 'Son of my sorrow'.
His mother didn't want him.
Ben-Oni: There's no point in this. Maybe if I left it'd be better... If I left for good
"Death..."
A voice seemed to whisper in his ear.
Ben-Oni: It's risky...
He thought.
"No one cares. People die on the weekend. No one will even know you're missing..."
Ben-Oni:Maybe...
He said as if being controlled by greater powers
He wore a hoodie and left for the woods with a rope in his hand.
With bitter emotions and tears burning in his eyes, he tied the rope to a sturdy branch.
The echoes of names his mother called him rang in his head. And the hatred he had for himself was more than what his mother felt for him right at that moment. With all that hurt he stood on a big enough rock and put the rope around his neck.
And as if it was fate. Right before he could jump,his phone beeped.
If suicide had a rule it probably would have been "Don't think about or carry anything that'll make you regret it"
Who's that? No one ever called or texted him. He didn't talk to anyone
He removed the rope from his neck and sat on the rock he was standing on. He took the phone from his pocket and looked at it.
-The texts read-
?: Hey
?: Where are you? It's movie night and you're not back with the popcorn 🍿🍿🍿🍿
Ben-Oni:I think you're mistaken. You've got the wrong number
?:Oh umm.... Can we still talk?
Ben-Oni:Didn't your mother tell you not to talk to strangers
?: I'll have you know I don't listen to her
Ben-Oni:Clearly
?: I'm Grace and you are?
Ben-Oni: If you go on like this I'll know your address and credit card number
?: I'm just asking for your name
Ben-Oni: I'm supposed to do something...
Grace: We can still talk, right?
Ben-Oni: No
Grace: Oh yeah, it was nice talking to you,bye
Ben-Oni looked at the rope above him and he shook his head.
He looked at his phone and thought that maybe this "Grace" liked him...Even though to an extent it was wrong. Maybe they could care
Ben-Oni:Grace?
He typed
Grace: Yeah?
Ben-Oni:We can still talk
Grace: What about the thing you had to do?
Ben-Oni:I can do it later
He looked up at the rope then back at the screen
Ben-Oni:It's not urgent
Grace: Great!
From the corner of his lips he smiled and put his phone in his pocket. He took the rope and went back.
