A short story I made about me and my “brother” involving an issue on pride.
I was begging for someone to help me get out of this labyrinth. I got too attached to the way it was inside here. Too secure, too calm, to “perfect”
It took control over me, told me that I needed to be better than others.. “be perfect”.
I never realized that making myself open to this would turn so much friends away from me and i would lose the respect they had. It was pride.
I laughed at the mistakes that other people made and wasn’t afriad to show no mercy.
It consumed me for 3 months and as I was about to sink my teeth into all the glory of other peoples misery.. A voice called out from the trees.. It was telling me to look at what has happened around me, look at the many people who’ve begun to lose their respect. I froze in my tracks and tears began to fall..
“I didn’t mean it!”
“I didn’t mean for this to happen!”
“I just wanted to be someone out of the somebodys out there..” I shouted graving on the ground with regret.
“You can be that someone without the pride, without being perfect” that voice said as it came walking towards me.
I made out a small figure of a boy behind my teary eyes. It was my brother, he has come to save me. I was glad and rushed to his arms saying how sorry I was and how thankful I am that he found me to bring me back home. :)