17-10-2022, 03:26 PM
Next morning Nandini was rudely awoken but a gust of strong cold wind blowing through her window. The wind was so strong it flung the window open. It was getting colder, even the sun couldn’t bring any warmth. Perhaps when there is so much coldness in human hearts, there is nothing much the elements can do.
Nandini walked out of her room and nearly froze at what she saw. A gentle stream of red liquid was flowing out of Alisha’s room. She opened the door to find her lying in a pool of her own blood flowing out of her slit wrists. Alisha’s body was cold, just like Nandini’s heart.
Nearby Nandini found an envelope the read “Mom”
With a trembling hand, she opened it and began to read the letter within it.
Dear Mom,
I know you don’t like it when I call you Mom, but please don’t be angry, perhaps this is the last time.
Perhaps it is hard to love an adopted child as your very own, perhaps that why it is hard for you to believe me. But there is so much I wish to tell you mom, I hope you believe me this time, because I am dying. I hope you will believe my last words. I really love you mom, and I am truly grateful for everything that you have done for me. I was very young when Dad died, and you singlehandedly raised me and my brother. I value all the sacrifices you made for me, and you have always meant everything to me.
Will you believe me if I tell you something mom? Something you would not like to hear? Your son used to hurt me. He only pretended to be nice to me in front of others, only when he found me alone he would reveal the devil within him. Did you never notice my bruises and scars mom? Or did you never wish look beyond the blind love you had for your son? Since the last few years, I have been a mute victim of his lust. He used to use me as a little rag to mop up his need. His strong grip over my mouth muffled my screams, I could hardly even breathe. I was very afraid. Only I know how I used to bear the pain and shame. I was afraid to tell anyone...I wanted to tell you mom, I wanted to hug you and cry in your arms, I wanted to tell you how much I am hurting...but I was afraid you won’t believe me.
The day he died, he wanted to do the same to me but somehow he tripped and fell. Mom I didn’t kill him. Please believe me, in spite of everything I didn’t kill him. I knew he means a lot to you. I would never do anything to hurt him, even if he was hurting me every day.
It takes a lot of pain in their heart for a person to bring a blade to their wrist and even greater pain to push it into their skin. But what is more painful for me is not being able to prove my innocence to you. All I wanted was you to believe me, I hope you believe me this time, because I am dying. Sometimes I feel this whole thing is a big nightmare, I hope I wake up soon, and I hope you will be there for me mom, to hug me with open arms, to love me with open heart.
Your loving daughter,
Alisha
Nandini stood motionless, her heart sank. She lost the last person she had closest to family. Alisha was lying stiff, motionless and cold but her eyes were open, staring at Nandini. Her eyes looked beautiful even after her death, her large dark doe eyes were looking just as innocent as they used to. Nandini couldn’t see the innocence in them when there was life in them. Now, all she could see in them was her own reflection, like looking into a black mirror. Nandini saw a dark reflection of herself in the dead girl’s eyes, reflecting how dark her heart had become.
Bertha was right after all. Cursing Alisha didn’t bring her son back, it only took her daughter away from her. A tear drop from Nandini’s eyes fell over the letter and smudged the ink, another tear drop fell on the floor and smudged the bloodstain.
Nandini walked out of her room and nearly froze at what she saw. A gentle stream of red liquid was flowing out of Alisha’s room. She opened the door to find her lying in a pool of her own blood flowing out of her slit wrists. Alisha’s body was cold, just like Nandini’s heart.
Nearby Nandini found an envelope the read “Mom”
With a trembling hand, she opened it and began to read the letter within it.
Dear Mom,
I know you don’t like it when I call you Mom, but please don’t be angry, perhaps this is the last time.
Perhaps it is hard to love an adopted child as your very own, perhaps that why it is hard for you to believe me. But there is so much I wish to tell you mom, I hope you believe me this time, because I am dying. I hope you will believe my last words. I really love you mom, and I am truly grateful for everything that you have done for me. I was very young when Dad died, and you singlehandedly raised me and my brother. I value all the sacrifices you made for me, and you have always meant everything to me.
Will you believe me if I tell you something mom? Something you would not like to hear? Your son used to hurt me. He only pretended to be nice to me in front of others, only when he found me alone he would reveal the devil within him. Did you never notice my bruises and scars mom? Or did you never wish look beyond the blind love you had for your son? Since the last few years, I have been a mute victim of his lust. He used to use me as a little rag to mop up his need. His strong grip over my mouth muffled my screams, I could hardly even breathe. I was very afraid. Only I know how I used to bear the pain and shame. I was afraid to tell anyone...I wanted to tell you mom, I wanted to hug you and cry in your arms, I wanted to tell you how much I am hurting...but I was afraid you won’t believe me.
The day he died, he wanted to do the same to me but somehow he tripped and fell. Mom I didn’t kill him. Please believe me, in spite of everything I didn’t kill him. I knew he means a lot to you. I would never do anything to hurt him, even if he was hurting me every day.
It takes a lot of pain in their heart for a person to bring a blade to their wrist and even greater pain to push it into their skin. But what is more painful for me is not being able to prove my innocence to you. All I wanted was you to believe me, I hope you believe me this time, because I am dying. Sometimes I feel this whole thing is a big nightmare, I hope I wake up soon, and I hope you will be there for me mom, to hug me with open arms, to love me with open heart.
Your loving daughter,
Alisha
Nandini stood motionless, her heart sank. She lost the last person she had closest to family. Alisha was lying stiff, motionless and cold but her eyes were open, staring at Nandini. Her eyes looked beautiful even after her death, her large dark doe eyes were looking just as innocent as they used to. Nandini couldn’t see the innocence in them when there was life in them. Now, all she could see in them was her own reflection, like looking into a black mirror. Nandini saw a dark reflection of herself in the dead girl’s eyes, reflecting how dark her heart had become.
Bertha was right after all. Cursing Alisha didn’t bring her son back, it only took her daughter away from her. A tear drop from Nandini’s eyes fell over the letter and smudged the ink, another tear drop fell on the floor and smudged the bloodstain.
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