Note: this story is based on real event. please not to judge or spend hated. this story contain violence and absurd part, which may be upsetting for some readers!
Hi, I am Samira! And this is my story!
It was another day, with when i was doing my regular online classes, when i heard something broken. I instantly remove my earphones in order to hear clearly. What i heard? again those cry, again those noises and yet again their fights.
I hurriedly put on my earphones, and turn on a BTS song (nothing is relaxing than BTS songs) and started to louder the volume as louder as my speaker could reach. This was not the first time they fought...
[December 2020:
Which couple don't fight, but their fights are turning worser day by day, it was no longer a cute fight between a couple. Words of hatred were poisoning every parts my body. I feel like i was lost. It was just a small reason for their starting of fight, but it eventually turning bigger. After every fight all I can do is cry while hugging my knees in the cold floor. They fought again. Anxieted, i called my uncle next day and they took me to my grandmother's house. I was hungry, they me some food and i pretended to sleep...while wiping my tears under my blanket and wetting every inch of the pillow. Grandma saw me sobbing, she hold me into her arms. In it, i can feel the warmth and the smell her lavender scented powder reach through my nostrils and making me calm. Tired, i fall fast asleep....]
My stomach was protesting of hunger. I started to slower lower my music volume. And just like the silence after a war, our house was silent. I stop the music. Pretending to go to kitchen, i step out of my room..i could see our elegant & clean drawing room in a mess. While the moved my eyes towards the floor i could see my favourite vase slater into pieces. Dad was like any other day, was gone out. I search for my mother. I found her in the the bedroom, ironing some clothes while shading millions of tears . And bruises in her body....i get back to my room holding back my tears. I pretended to be busy the whole day....
3 days passed...but dad was still not back!...I am confused, what should i do? should i asked my uncle to search for him? should i call him? I don't know.....
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