THE MAGIC WORD

“What the heck did I do?” This kept buzzing 

in my head as I walked by myself down the street. “How did that happen? Why did I do that?” It kept ringing in my head as I wandered what I did. Before it kept ringing in my head, everybody around me asked the same question, even the people who were affected. I don’t know how it happened but it just came out of nowhere. That is when I really understood what anger really did to people, and I had to find a way to control it before it happens again and people get hurt again. So I had to leave and go somewhere else to control the anger within me. 

As I spent days getting to control my temper so anyone doesn’t get hurt again, the words still kept coming into my head, and then memories of what happened that day just kept getting worse and worse. Then finally, what I set out to do was finally over and I had gained control of what I did. Now what’s left is to face them, my friends. Memories of what happened that just kept coming, and I kept feeling sad every time it came. And I didn’t want to drag anyone too into it, to know how I felt, when I kept getting angry at myself. 

Finally, I decided to consult a friend whom I thought could help me out, but turned out that he didn’t want to help me. I had to carry this burden alone. And because everyone knew of what I did, I didn’t want to get out there with everyone cursing me in their hearts and minds. And I knew what they were going through. I told myself that by now they must hate me more than ever, because I could see in their faces, the hatred towards me. There was no way they were going to forgive me. So I decided to go far away from them, to a distant place just to cool my head, after I tried getting close to them to explain what happen. So I moved to a different location, maybe I could find peace there and then just stay away from. I told myself that by now they must hate me more than ever, because I could see in their faces, the hatred towards me. There was no way they were going to forgive me. So I decided to go far away from them, to a distant place just to cool my head, after I tried getting close to them to explain what happen. 

At that place, I tried everything in my power to forget about it, but it was even worse than back home. So I took a walk, then I stopped by a park to take a view of it. As I stood there with my sad face, tears rolling down my face, an old man, who appeared to be the park sweeper, saw me and came to me He saw how my face was as I tried to hide it from him. He told me that he had seen me and my worried face so I shouldn’t try to hide it. He was old enough to be my grandpa. He asked me what was wrong, and I told him I did something stupid back home. He offered to help only if I told him everything, and I did. I told him how I had felt bad and how I controlled my temper. 

He finally took a loud sigh and said he had been in the same situation before, years back. So I sat there as I listened to what happened to him. And he told me how everything was back to normal. So I asked him what he did and he told me. So I set out to go back to where everything started and only hoped it will work. Now it was up to me to face them, and say THE MAGIC WORD!