The Outcast - A short story by Kay S
The Outcast “As the light begins to intensify, so does my misery, and I wonder how it is possible to hurt so much when nothing is wrong.” ― Tabitha Suzuma, Forbidden The hurt and misery within seems to consume me today as I look out of the bay window of my bedroom. The tears roll down uncontrollably as though a dam of control was shattered into smithereens. It is pretty late in the evening. The darkness of the night beckons me to step outside into the balcony as my memories pulled at the strings of my soul. “Why does this always happen with me? Why do I have to feel this way? Why, God, why?” There are days like this when I feel my life is not worth living anymore and that it is time to put an end to my misery. I have done enough and taken care to provide for the children, they will be richer with me dead than alive. The people who are friends and my relatives will no longer be ashamed of who I am, nobody will be threatened by my existence anymore, nobody has