"God,when am I ever going to die!"
Tears streaming down her face,blood gushing from her vagina,she picks up her torn clothes and tries to go home.
Her knees are trembling,barely able to hold her sorrow...the world is spinning..the world must be going crazy.
"If you tell anyone,I won't even kill you...I'll kill your own mother and father.You wanted it to happen to you anyway..umm...I can even feel you having it..."
"Help!Somebody help me!Somebody!Please have mercy!'
"Huh,have you heard that?"
.........HELP!.........
"...whatever can we do to her anyway?Let's go!"
She drops down in a swoon..a thin line of the sky comes closing down upon her...can't breathe...can't see...
"Leave me alone! I want to die!I have to die!"
Hours pass..one.two..three...
"Honey,what's the matter?"
Silence...
"I'm still waiting for the tea!!"
Aaaaaaaaaaah!
What if God had not created tears?
How could she have survived that night?
She recoils to a dark corner in her dark room..."should I tell them?"
A pair of glaring blue eyes is staring at her from among the sheets of her bed...
"If you tell anyone..."
Like a compressed something that has suddenly been released...she sobs...grinds her teeth and pulls off her hair...
The wedding ring...the dark,mysterious man who would come to her from among the mist taking her hand..the white dress...the smile of her child..."all done!all gone!"
The phone rings...how long have I been here...and how long has my mother been knocking at the door?
The deep...comforting voice of her best friend streams on from the wires...oh...if her voice could be the music of my ears till the day I die!
"My dear...u don't sound ok to me...what happened?"
Silence...
"If you tell anyone..."
....months pas....
"Sarah! I believe in you.It wasn't your fault.If I could lay hands on him-"
Drip...drip...drip...
"My dear,don't keep the hurt.If you tell me how you feel...you'll divide your burden in half...a half is so much easier to bear..."
"......"
"Sarah!Wake up!It's already 7:00 pm."
"God!Don't tell me it was just a dream!He seemed so real-" she touches her delicate fingers..."that I can stiil feel his touch...his grasp...his heat...his pulse...
"Let me stay..where the wind will whisper to me...where the raindrops as they're falling tell a story..."
Sarah...how are you doing now? asks Deep Voice.
"Getting on...I thought about what you told me..I'll talk..I'll talk..."
Years pass...
"Dear Diary,
I can't help wondering if he's still alive...
If so...I don't wish to see him in jail...
I don't wish to see his decaying remains...I only want him to see how I've become..."
3 comments:
NOha Hi again
I believe you have a creative talent my dear... and your words have deep meanings underneath . I can welcome you in my group about literature to share the creative endeavor with every one around , and to have criticism about your writings too , which will make everyone of us simply one thought and one person.
Shiemy
I like your approch, Delicate, but the end is not that good, I think it got to turn to a more Vengeance.
Thanks for visitng my blog,first of all!
I know this is not the kind of vengeance that the assailant in the story deserves but if you think about it,this is the only option she has besides blaming and killing herself for the rest of her life.I want to give hope to the reader that he could overcome the cruelty of people even if justice is not done-because the world is not always just.
Thanks and keep ur comments coming.
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