I Know The Effects of Gravity
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From my top floor apartment I can hear eery Christmas jingles from inside shops. It’s got a good location, if you like going out in the town and to the student union but I’ve never been a big fan. Usually, games nights in my house would do me. If I had any friends, that is.
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I Know The Effects of Gravity

by dearoctopuswriting

From my top floor apartment I can hear eery Christmas jingles from inside shops.

It’s got a good location, if you like going out in the town and to the student union but I’ve never been a big fan. Usually, games nights in my house would do me. If I had any friends, that is.

They’re always busy, and they live at the other side of the country. They don’t call or text anymore.

I look down at the great drop below me. The shoppers are like aphids. From here, you can’t see their expressions, and you can’t hear them talk to each other.

Any one of those aphids could be squashed, or burned by the magnifying glass of God at any given moment, and they’ll never see it coming.

I could jump you know. I can’t stand this life anymore. I hate Christmas, especially.

The cheer is fake and that once a year I have to pretend that my family actually care about my life, at least outside my career prospects.

All of them piling in from St Andrew’s to lord it over because I’m at Glasgow which is for slow people. But I’m studying medicine, like they want me to, so they can’t hold that against me.

Next week, I’ll be in the exam hall, tested on how efficiently I can regurgitate facts. Everything I’ve learned, everything I am will be defined by that day. I know for a fact going to fail it.

I’ve missed so many classes, because I’ve been either so anxious I can’t speak or so depressed I think I’m coming down with the worst flu ever. Slow person. It almost suits me now.

I can barely drag myself over to the window sill.

The only person who is actually there is my cat, Tesla. She’s out hunting. Every time she comes home, she brings back a bird or mouse corpse.

It’s these little kindnesses that make my life less bitter. Except for her, I have no-one.

I bring myself to my feet. I look down again. I could do it. I could jump… but then, I can hear the cat flap. Tesla. I can hear her meowing.

You can’t be hungry, can you? There’s food in your bowl. She sits at my feet. Her claws dig into my feet and she’s looking up at me with those ‘Don’t Leave me’ eyes. She knows.

“You’ll manage fine without me.” I cry.

Tesla meows louder, and sadder. As if to say, ‘But I don’t want to, without you.’

I collapse onto a heap on the floor, and cry my lungs out. She pads up to me, climbs onto my knees and starts to lick my nose. I need help.

I pick up my mobile phone and text some of my friends to invite them down for Christmas. I’ll try to keep going for another six months.

My phone pings. It is my friend Stephanie. She says she’s coming down tomorrow.

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