I’m one of the ugly ones.
Acne and scars cover my face. People are horrified when they see; I can tell.
I don’t like going out during the day. So, I work at night. I see the world during the unheard ticks of the clock and one time I saw something that changed me forever.
I’m a security guard at a hospital. Normally, nothing exciting happens, except one time. This lady, with a kind yet freakish face, spoke to me after she coded. All the docs came in and tried to resuscitate her but she didn’t recover. So, they unplugged the machines, took out her IV and left. The body only lie waiting to be carried to the morgue. I saw the whole thing happen and, not a short time later, she sat up, opened her eyes again.
She croaked out these words; “You’re never going to be loved; you’re never going to be rewarded, unless you start right now. All you have is this life. The disappointment you feel, the pain, not everyone feels the same. You’re alone, desperate for companionship, and most people wouldn’t give you a second thought. Do this right now; either kill yourself or start working as hard as you can to connect. If you want to have any chance of enjoying life, you have to work as hard as you can. People like us have to work harder than everyone else. There’s no reward after death… infinite death. Enjoy everything you can right here, right now. There is nothing else.” Then she laid back down, closed her eyes and rest once again.
I told the nurses what I saw but, when they checked, the lady still had no pulse. I definitely thought this time beat the time I saw a ghost in the abandoned wing. I’ve seen some weird stuff.
She was right about me, though. I’m abandoned, alone in the world. To me, the skeleton grinning beneath other people’s polite faces reveals itself. If it’s not customer service, nothing but widening death shows itself from beneath. No empathy, no sympathy… whatever, there is no rest for the ugly. Every moment fills with depression and loneliness. But, maybe I’ll start trying again. I hope there’s more to life than this. I gave up before. Then a dead woman talked to me. And, I’m pretty sure I can believe her.
by Cole White
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