Cursed - My Name Is Karma

CHAPTER 1

‘I am not evil. Never was. I was cursed. By a stranger. Because she was also tired of being like this. Karma is ‘what goes around comes around’. This is a curse. Which is passed down from stranger to stranger. I know that it’s a nightmare but I wouldn’t wish this even on my worst enemy. Being KARMA makes you do unspeakable things. Bone thrilling things. Things that would make one question his oe her insanity. My name is Karma and allow me to tell my story.’

What is karma? Many people refer to karma as a ‘her’. Well they are not wrong there. There are many expressions they use with regards to karma. Like karma is a bitch or karma never forgets an address or karma will avenge me. While they count on karma to avenge them, the internet and Hindu or Budd religion has also set rules or laws of karma.

They say they are 12 rules of karma. THE GREAT LAW OR THE LAW OF CAUSE AND EFFECT. THE LAW OF CREATION. THE LAW OF HUMILITY. THE LAW OF GROWTH. THE LAW OF RESPONSIBILITY. THE LAW OF CONNECTION. THE LAW OF FOCUS. THE LAW OF GIVING AND HOSPITALITY. THE LAW OF HERE AND NOW. THE LAW OF CHANGE. THE LAW OF PATIENCE AND REWARD. THE LAW OF SIGNIFICANCE AND INSPIRATION.

Well these rules were developed by people who have no idea about this curse bestowed upon me or any other woman before me to walk this earth with this curse. They had no idea that a whole human being was responsible for revenging those heartbroken, shattered and distraught souls. They had no idea how much this actually destroys one’s soul.

I was 17 years old, had just written my last matric examination. I went to the mall, hoping for an ordinary day by myself. I didn’t say goodbye to my family because I had hope and I knew that I would see them again. Little did I know that it was the last time seeing them in my natural original form.

It only took one handshake from a mysterious woman in a black robe for my life to change mysteriously. I don’t know what made me shake her hand. Before I was not a very social person. I only got along with a few people. I was what you call an introvert. I had a serious relationship with my diaries and notebooks.

DROWNED IN THE SEA AND NEVER WASHED OFF. That’s the story people got to know about my sudden surprising death. The news spread like wild fire. People treated the news of my death like I was some kind of a celebrity. My mother had a heart condition so she couldn’t bear the news of my sudden death. Months after my ‘death’ she was admitted at the hospital for 2 weeks and died on the third week. She suffered from a heart attack.

After mother’s death, the family never recovered. I was the last born. My siblings turned their backs on our home. They followed their careers which led them very far from home. My father got married again and his wife gave birth to twins a year after they got together.

It has been 7 years since I received or rather this curse was forced upon me. 7 years living in isolation. 7 years of hearing screams, cries, pleads from broken people. I just hear the voices any time of the day. The first time I heard cries and screams I nearly went crazy. The karma guardian only showed me what to do on that first assignment.

Being karma, you don’t choose which assignment you go for. There is no discrimination according to gender, sexuality, nationality or race. The first assignment was a gay person. He was gang raped by thugs from his neighborhood because of his sexuality.

He cried for a whole two weeks. He was even locked up in a mental institution because he was suicidal. He attempted suicide 5 times in that two weeks. The thugs were six. I dealt with them accordingly. Making sure that the body is found in public. I made them see their worst fears. The guardian taught me some spells. I put them to good use so that I could humiliate those who raped that man.

It took me 6 weeks to deal with them because I wanted each death to trend the whole week. The man recovered after their deaths and he went back home and carried on with his life. Well dealing with those who inflict pain on others doesn’t only mean that I have to kill that person. Sometimes the best torture is seeing the person you were abusing free from the abuse and living their life to the fullest.

Like this girl who bullied and abused another in high school. I made sure to whisper some words of confidence to the victim and made the abuser’s life miserable as hell. She even dropped out of school, the abuser, because she couldn’t handle the victim prospering.

Sometimes you summon me by saying: ‘karma is a bitch’ ‘karma never forgets an address’ ‘I wish karma to visit you’. Those saying automatically means you have summoned me and I must deal with the person who made you sad or broken. Sometimes it’s not fair because even if you wished karma upon an innocent party, I have to come and punish that person because you have summoned me to your bidding without even realizing it.

Well I am always black long dresses and head scarves because I don’t want anyone to recognize me or even see me. Being karma changed my whole appearance. I may be the same person I was before but when you look at me, you will see a hideous scary creature that doesn’t belong in this world or that is an alien. That how they made me.

My face is full of those huge pimples, my nose is so huge, and I have huge lips and a big forehead. The guardian told me not to waste money buying face products for my face or going to dermatologists because it will be futile. Another thing about being a karma, you become super rich. You inherit all the money made by the previous karmas. You don’t have to work or do anything.

I live in a deserted mansion in the outskirts of the city. I am lucky that some stores deliver even groceries so I hardly go out. I only go out if it’s an emergency or when I am going to be working.
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