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“Self-harm is not a disease. It’s a spell that is cast on us in the weakest moments.” [Jacqueline]

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[Jacqueline’s pov]

Sometimes I love that time pa**es. That it won’t stop for anyone. Because sometimes getting through a night alive is the most audacious thing. Like last night I felt the need to just kill myself. The need to remove the pain of these sufferings. Is death that horrible? Or is it because people have never been able to get through the real hidden secret of it that they blubber against deaths. Have you ever felt that? The feeling of just get the day over. So you won’t have to stay in the same place that is hurting you? Huh. What I am even asking, everyone, does feels that. Not just sometimes. But various times.

After I returned home, I found Daddy hitting Mummy again. Her cries in agony pierced my heart. Her tears doing nothing just shattering my heart.

‘Does anyone deserve this? Even if she had mental disorders. She doesn’t deserve to be treated that way.’

The thoughts lined up in the back of my head and I clenched my fists. It seems the few men I have had the pleasure of having in my life had a knack for violence. First my dad and then Jaan and then Rohan.

“Please Stop punching her dad. Why are you hitting her?”

He turned around, his black eyes blazing in fury and I drew in a sharp breath to maintain the facade of courageous girl. A word that has nothing to do with me. While in truth I was too scared to even match his glare.

“She had cooked this egg curry instead of vegetables, and on top of that, she had screamed her lungs out that I have swapped her cooked dish with someone else. This crazy s***ty woman.”

“She is ill dad. Please leave her.”

“He had swapped my dish with a neighbor Leila  I swear.”

I ignored her a**ertion. In schizophrenia, people create their imaginations which lead them to believe in it.

“Shh. Please mo. I mean Aunty.”

“Aunty?” His angry voice reverberated through the yellow walls of the verandah and I shivered.

“Please, Dad. Stop it.”

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you calling her Aunty? And who is

“Dad, please.”

my face and I

your voice on me? I am not paying

eyes and I bit my lip to stop them from gushing

his money. You can not

us. After an hour when he was too tired to speak, he ordered me to fetch a gla** of water for him, and I

person beats hundreds.’ And I did for the first time in my life I won and understood that the strength of silence and preference gives you the

he left home maybe for

abuser in their home will agree with me, that when they leave home it soothes

asked whether she was hungry. She nodded her head and I was almost heading

the crying while she hiccuped in completing a

egg curry I. I. Prepared. He threw it on the road, before he. He started hitting me. And I

hands clenched while my body shook from her words. Visibly surprised I walked to

large stainless steel pot and the curry s***tered all over the street coloring the road in yellow. While a few dogs were eating up the eggs happily. My eyes stung at

falling from my eyes to the pot. I

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the curry here? Or was

wiped the tears from my sleeves trying

no more tears I turned around looking at her with a half-smile. Her tall form towering above mine, yellow street light shining on her

He did.” Even I was surprised that my voice

after she stepped towards me. Her black eyes filling

my God Jacky! Did

want to speak because I knew if I did my voice will betray my

to the gate. Mumbling a small no. Because I wasn’t able

I retired to my room. I wasn’t hungry. Not even a bit. Hah! Who would be? If they are slapped a

making her feel like I was too busy to answer her questions. That way at least one of

flashed in my mind like a dark movie. One when mom used to beat me almost every day without a concrete reason. Because she was mentally unstable. And then to my father when he used to beat us for every single thing that happened badly. As if we were responsible for his

this life? If I am only going to suffer? Maybe death would make me feel peace! Maybe I will be happy there. Maybe everyone’s sufferings will end! Maybe dad will finally realize to never abuse a

I picked up the fruit knife on the table wanting to slice it through my wrist. Tears shedding on