Belonging: A Short Story

I’ve always longed to have friends. The desire of fitting in intensified day by day, month by month, year by year, and then it was destroyed. This eagerness of belonging was demolished, shattered, and broken into pieces until one day, it mended back together to shape me. They were popular. They were pretty. They looked happy. That’s just what I wanted to be. However, every rose has its thorns, but my longing to be in their garden distorted my sight. I look over, blindly, and see them laughing and enjoying themselves in an egotistical way. Yet, I still tried joining them because they looked happy. However, I didn’t notice the person they were ignoring, or did I? “She’s so annoying, just look at her,” one of them said with a puzzled look on their face because I came over. …show more content…
Their puzzled looks went away and instead showed a sense of welcoming. At that moment, I felt like one of them. It felt as if my problems were answered. As if finally I can let go of that burden of fitting in, that I was finally popular, pretty, and happy. The girl they were talking about would try to join our group and they would move away. I followed. I was a puppet on strings and they were the puppeteer. They told me what to do and I did it. Even if that meant destroying a certain person, a human being who has feelings. Little did I know that I could cut the strings and be free, not fit in. Later that day, when I felt so put together, one little action tore me down and left me almost, but not quite