Thriller The Story of Meera

[Priyanka98]

Finally, she turned into one dark alley and she heard sobbing noises. She found a dumpster there and carefully tiptoed around it. She found Meera hiding next to the dumpster, curled up and sobbing bitterly.
"Hey there girl," Mithila said rubbing her shoulder, "What are you doing here? Let's get you back to the hospital."
"I remember now Mithila," Meera said tearfully, "I was hiding here that night, this was the last place I felt safe before...they found me..."
Mithila helped Meera to her feet and hugged her. "You are safe now sweetheart," Mithila said, "Come let's get you into the car."
Meera took tiny steps as Mithila supported her. She felt...empty, like all her energy had been drained away. Suddenly she stopped in her tracks and ran back towards the dumpster and began to search something underneath it. Her eyes gleamed as she found it and began to reach for it.
"What is it Meera?" Mithila asked.
"My cellphone," she said and she grabbed it and got up dusting her clothes. "The battery is dead, but I'm sure it will still work. The phone dropped out of my hand when they dragged me away and slid underneath here...I was talking to Kabir...I had called him for help..." a tear rolled down her eyes as Meera spoke.
Mithila wiped off her tears and slowly guided Meera back to the car. "We need to get you back to the hospital," she said as she started driving.
Meera quietly gazed out of the window for a long time. When she had gathered enough strength, she spoke.
"I remember a few things now Mithila, not everything but just a few things. The dream about the crate, it was real. Me and Kabir, we landed on the coast of Mumbai about 4 months ago. I believe we were escaping from some place, that is why we had to travel on a cargo ship inside a crate. I really don't remember anything before this point. Travelling inside a crate was a disturbing experience and I don't know how many days we were in there. Perhaps I was drugged so that I don't freak out. Once we landed here, the crate in which I was hiding was unloaded on the docks. Kabir helped me out of the crate. I couldn't remember anything, but Kabir comforted me..."
Mithila was listening patiently. "Go on," she said.
Meera started narrating her story...
"He was a few years elder to me, he was like my guardian. He told me we used to be slaves somewhere in a gulf country. Kabir's looks and Arabic accent made me feel that he was perhaps a native of one of the middle Eastern countries. But he wouldn't tell me anything more than that. I often asked him about where I came from, where my family was, and who I was really. But he never told me anything. All he would say is that I was sold as a slave when I was very young and he watched them do horrible things to me. I asked him about the degrading words written on my body, and he said back when I was a slave in the gulf, my Masters marked me as some sort of a punishment. But he never told me why I was punished. The more he watched me suffer, the stronger his feelings grew for me and the stronger the determination to help me escape."