There she was. Lying on her back, staring towards the roof. Her vision started getting blurred which made her realize the presence of tears . With quivering lips she closed her eyes .Though there wasn’t much of a sound in the room apart from the squeaking fan, yet the felling of blood gushing out of her vein felt like a sound in itself.
What have I done.. Was this the only way out of my misery? She was beginning to doubt herself
yes.. YES!! This WAS my only option. There is nothing left for me now.
Oh my God the pain.. I think I have gone a tad bit far.. this is wrong
But why does it feel so right? Why I couldn't control my self? Why did i cut myself?
She was fighting with her inner self to justify her action.
She got a hold of her scared feeling and looked at the open wound on her wrist. As she saw the pool of blood near her hand, her entire life flash forwarded in front of her eyes. Her family, her friends, her love, her mistakes..
And that day which changed the entire life..
The moment she became cursed..
The day she was raped..
Remembering that horrifying incident she closed her eyes and waited for the pain to end.. and her life too.
But little did she knew this was one of her many failed suicide attempts.