"It was all my fault" tells an unfortunate story when feelings got in the way of action ...
It
was all my fault.
It
all started from the rivalry my cousin, Fenton and I had. Fenton was the most
filthy rich pupil in my class. He was unbelievably intelligent too. What made
him a source of perfection was that he was extremely handsome. His raven dark
hair and huge dark eyes certainly attracted lots of attention. In comparison, I
was poor. Ever since Father’s demise, Mother needed to work hard so as to make
ends meet. Furthermore, I was not even the least bit intelligent. The last
straw was that I paled in comparison to Fenton where looks was concerned. I was
corpulent and not to mention, had a pimply face. Why is God so unfair? My
jealousy continued till that fateful day.
“Nicole,
Timothy and Rayson, would you like to come over to my place for a dip in my
swimming pool?” Fenton asked the three of us during recess. Nicole and Timothy
eagerly nodded their heads in agreement. Reluctantly, I nodded my head. Knowing
the degree of hatred I bore toward him, Fenton added, “That’s great!” Hope to
see all of you,” and hastily left. Nicole and Timothy immediately tagged along
like ants to sugar. As I looked on yearningly at Nicole’s light brown hair
rippling in the breeze, my blood began to boil. Oh, how I wished Fenton would disappear
into thin air. With a petulant expression plastered on my face, I walked away.
With
the blink of the eye and it was Saturday afternoon. Dressing up rather
begrudgingly, I trudged towards Fenton’s house with each step being a reluctant
one. I was not the least bit pleased seeing Fenton talking to Nicole and
Timothy. From the corner of his hazelnut brown eyes, Fenton spotted me.
Greeting me warmly, he gestured in the direction of the pool. Nicole and
Timothy made a beeline for the swimming pool. At that moment, Fenton gently
asked, “I was wondering if – “ Interrupting what he had wanted to say, I told
him to shut up. Fenton just stood rooted to the ground like a statue, his mouth
agape. Ignoring him, I joined the others.
The
water was as cold as ice, but the hatred that had been festering in me
overwhelmed the coldness. The nerve of Fenton to dare and ask me a question.
The nerve of him! Anyway …
“Help
me! I’ve got a muscle cramp!”
Somehow
… that sounded like Fenton. Looking
around, I realized that Fenton was thrashing his arms wildly in the
pool. Ironically, the harder he kicked, the deeper he sank into the water. His
eyes darted around to find a Saviour.
Then,
his eyes met mine.
Should
I help him or not? My insane jealousy made the decision – No. A look of
disappointment was plastered all over Fenton’s face as I left the pool. Nicole
and Timothy attempted to rescue Fenton but it was already too late. Nicole
called the nearby hospital while Timothy and I stared hard at Fenton’s
motionless body.
Three
months had passed and Fenton’s parents were still hoping fervently for Fenton
to awake from his coma. Till now, I still recall vividly the tears that welled
up in Fenton’s mother’s eyes day after day. The blank but hurtful look written
all over his father’s eyes as he stared hard at Fenton’s lifeless body. What
struck me then was how my own jealousy had caused the loss of my lifetime
rival. Thus, the truth cannot be denied.
It
was all my fault.
Till the next essay,
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