Broken heart

Prologue

I covered the slits on my wrist with a couple of band aids and pulled over a sweat shirt and quickly wiped away the tears from my cheek. I made my hair and splashed water over my face hoping the redness of my eyes could just vanish. I took a deep breath and counted till ten and back to keep me from crying. I unlocked the bedroom door and slowly took steps towards the kitchen.

"You are always a liar." My mom accused me, shoving my mobile phone to my face. It was just a casual conversation between me and my best friend, Pavan. I bit my cheek; I had forgotten to delete the messages. It was nothing offensive or dirty. I kept quiet fiddling with the hem of my sweatshirt.

"You are always the one who causes us not to trust you. You can never stick to your promises. I don't know how I raised you into such a person" she yelled. I took deep breaths to stop myself from breaking down.

"Why did you have to tell some random guy about what you are going to do today?" I pinched my fingers and still kept quiet and blinked back my tears. I wanted to shout that he isn't any random guy but my best friend who had my back when the whole world turned against me but I couldn't.

"Talk now. Why aren't you replying? Did we give you a phone for all these affairs" she yelled and I shook my head as tears streamed down my cheek

"You are so cheap and worthless. You are a slut. See you are crying because you are guilty." I gritted my teeth and balled my fists. She continued to dig everything I put in the grave. I don't know why she is hard to a 17 and half year old daughter. All I did was trying the dating thing once.

"Wait till your dad gets back home" she threatened me. I and my dad used to have a very strong and special bond till a year back. But now he doesn't even want to be in the same room as I am. His every word hurts me more than anything. I thought he understood me but when everything happened I had no one to look at.

After she was done mentally and also a bit of physically abusing me I went to my room and cut my hand. I know it isn't the best but at the moment to escape mental agony I had to cause myself some physical pain. As blood streamed down my hand I got some release of my mental pain. I wondered if this would happen all my life. This had basically been how my life had been since I was 15. At least then I had my dad who would make me smile.

My name is Roshni which means 'light' but there is nothing but darkness in my messed up life.