I didn't utter a single word. I was out of word. I completely knew who Zina really was but I couldn't tell them, worried that they will not believe me and I will be treated like a mad one.
After all, what is so good about her?
Why is the world willing to believe her blindly? Why never they ever suspected her when she was so, deeply involved in that case.
Zina this, Zina that…
She must be very happy to have reached her goals of becoming very-very popular.
Depressed about her future, Cynthia sat on her bed, wrapping her arms around her leg and burying her face.
She felt as if the world was unreasonable to her and that if she could, then she would want to end it as quick as possible.
Her eyes got filled with tears as she raised her head and took the tv remote in her hand that was next to her and switched the on button.
It repeated. The only thing, she has saved in that big tv of hers started to once again repeat.
