Chapter- 9

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"Sana", Sana felt someone waking her up from her slumber but, she let it go. 

"Sana, wake up mr. and mrs Gill may arrive anytime", that was enough for Sana to come alive from her doze. 

It took Sana for a while to assimilate, what was happening. She was still lying on the floor, her eyes roamed around only to see Cassy sitting beside her with concern all over return on a face. A tear dropping down from Cassy's eyes, made Sana's eyes scrunch in confusion.

"Why you crying Cassy? Is anything wrong?", Sana asked slowly getting up, suddenly a jolt of pain in her stomach caused her to wail.

"That should have been my question, isn't it?", Cassy asked wiping the tear down her eyes.

Sana felt a pain almost across every part of her body. But, this time the pain was substandard, collated to the time her father abuses her. Then all of the sudden her mind drifted to last night, and like a rewind mechanism her brain played every dreadful memory from last night infront of her eyes. 

"L...Lisa including her a..a..another f...five friends hit me", Sana said, her words were breaking down due to her sniveling. Her eyes started shredding tears like a tap and snivels soon turned into loud cry. "I...I d...don't even know t...the reas..on they hit me", Sana said letting out another cry. 

Cassy who couldn't control anymore took her into her warm embrace. This was the first time Sana was crying her agony, usally she would have shrugged that off, but today she was crying out loud. 

Eventually Sana was also surprised when a weep left her mouth. The pain was too much but she was never into throwing her feet over this kind of abuse. But today she wanted to cry, she wanted to cry for unburdening her heart. She wanted to cry not because she was weak, she wanted to cry so that she could get up and start fresh after it. 

"Shhh... Calm down", Cassy rub Sana's back in soothing way while Sana cried in her nape. 

"W...why me?", Sana suddenly asked. The question always used to flicker her mind but she never tried to reason out. Today when the situation was flowing over the head, she wanted her answers. 

"I don't know young lady, but I'm sure that karma will hit them. So don't worry you'll be out of this too", Cassy said assuring Sana's histaria. 

"W...why am I even alive? Why don't they kill me once and for all? Dosen't they feel little bit guilty, remorseful for making me suffer? Why is god so cruel to me?", Sana asked her heart out. 

"First of all never question your existence Sana, and secondly God is not cruel. You should believe that this world is made for you. When you tired cool winds make you happy, the wind is made by God as a gift. Look at the lovely roses in the garden it'll make your day, dosen't matter if you sad, it's a gift from the god. You hear the chirping of birds in the morning it make you feel fresh, dosen't matter if you're in worst circumstances. Thus, there are situations if you are human but God had made this beautiful world and his beautiful creations are made to mend the situations. He is almighty, he loves everyone of us, you just have to watch around. Maybe your happiness is inside but, you just can't feel it. So, if he has given you a chance to live a life then make it worthy, rather then questioning", Cassy said. 

Sana's cries died down when she understood the meaning behind Cassy's words. 'yes she is correct' Sana thought. How does it matter if her own father dosen't love her. There are people who love her dearly, and atleast for those people, she should keep her hopes high. 

Cassy was always a orthodox believer in Christianity, her spiritual ways, made her strong and fierce. She lost her childrens in an accident few years back but the way she walk says how contain and composed she is. She was in a trauma for months after her childrens died, but once she collected herself, she went for a spiritual way. Attending Sunday sessions, aura cleansing has really made her look strong albite of the dreadful past she has gone through. 

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