With the passage of time, he came; the one I always dreamt of. I still remember the date. September 2,2022.
"Did you go home on the bus?". He asked.
He was a stranger. My instinct was to tell him " I know you!!" But this feeling is uncertain.
I was terrified at first. Not because he knows me or anything. It's because of present society. You know?
You know?? How girls are treated. Girls are insecure everywhere. Boyfriends, best friends and even fathers are treating girls like their slaves. Domestic violence, discrimination, etc.
I am writing this novel based on my real life and things that happened with me. I had nowhere to share my problems, so I started writing about it in the form of a novel.
From the day I was born into this world. I have been treated badly. No, not my parents; they were not treating me badly. It was others; society, bullies, friends, relatives, etc.
My Grandfather (father's dad) was a nice person from the point of view of my parents. I am not capable enough to agree or disagree upon them as I never saw him. He is no more.
The death of him, made my life a hell. Because he died before the day I was born.
This does not even make sense, does it? But my relative mentally tortures me as if I was the killer. The dark evil. The villain or whatever it's called.
The thing is that my grandfather did not want my mom and dad to have another child. If it would have been a boy, he would have been fine. He would have been happy, but when he heard it was a girl. He scolded my parents for not listening to him before it was too late. My Grandfather cursed me a lot. All my relatives told me that he wanted me to die. Die with pain; only pain. He did not like me at all. And the day before I was born. He died.
And the blame was on me. I am the evil and he was protecting society and my parents from the evil. They even gave me the nickname "The cursed girl". If other kids made mistakes, then they used to confront them and motivate. But they always linked my mistakes to the curse of my grandfather. I was a child. A small little child not an evil, or any cursed girl.
I was so tired of hearing all those stupid things. I wanted my parents to support me like other
parents would support their children, but with the passage of time my dad also changed. The most hurtful change ever. The change that changed all of our lives. I cannot stop my tears writing this story. Remembering all those painful times.
My day even did not like me going to school. One day my dad told me that it was useless to send me to school. He is ashamed of me because I could not become the first out of the total students. I still thing that as the best excuse of him to not send me to study. Don't you think so too?
The bad behavior of him made me a person I never wanted to be. The more rude he was with me the more I started to hurt myself. But one day I was hungry; so hungry but my dad he made me sleep all night outside of the house. I slept. I obeyed him. But I was so devastated by the change came in my dad. I remembered all those moments with my dad. All those days I spent with him smiling and dancing.
" Sophie, Look!! What's there?"
"MONKEY"
HAHAAA
"It stole my biscuit. Baba"
(Sobbing)
"Hey don't cry."
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Smile
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"All done. Let's go home now, shall we? My princess."
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I miss those days.(Sniff)
I miss my dad.
I want food. I am hungry.
Why am I even being treated like this?
Everyone says my family is rich. But what is this? Why they have food for everyone except their own daughter.
I would have rather been born as a snail. Looking at the snail. I haven't even eaten anything from past two days. I don't know how many days I would survive like this.
I had a huge strange urge to eat that snail after looking at it crawling. I focused on it's every movement. My mouth started to drop water. I might have looked like a fool at that vary moment.
I was not able to hold my hunger. My stomach starts to hurt as hell.
"AHHH....."
My body was like a blood sucked animal. All the bruises in my hand. I observed it carefully. And I looked at the snail. It was crawling slowly towards it's destination. I wanted to eat it. I brought my right hand near it and grabbed it's shell. And brought it towards the mouth closed my eyes.
Suddenly, I remembered the moment he was crawling. I had a feeling that it was wrong to hurt the living creature like this and left it again on the ground.
And again noises inside my stomach thundered. I wanted food badly. So, I went near the pot of Aloe vera. The leaves of aloe vera made me a lot more hungrier. So, I broke one of it's leaves and ate it. Even though the throne were hurting my mouth so much. Even if it started to bleed; my life was more precious to me rather than my mouth. I ate all the other leaves of it. That made my stomach full. I was a lot more happier. Even the bitterness of the leaves tasted delicious.
Then I sat on the slab and laid my head on the upper slab and slept there. I heard a voice.
"Who are you?"
There was a boy. My mouth was covered with blood. I was ashamed to look at him. So I covered my face with two hands and asked him to go away.
But he did not.
He asked me what happened.
I said nothing. I was shivering.