Splitted Self:soul From The Past

chapter-3

Flashback:
(moments) #1
Vanilla's POV

Sometimes love is the only cure
Even if it breaks ,it heals.
Even if it kills ,it gives breath.

Senior year at lenth  terminated  and hence ended the boundations on my circumscribed spirit.

THE finale of senior year

My siblings , had organised this party for the celebration of my senior year completion, and  invited all relatives and friends . so social show off.

"There u sitting , appreciating a corner ha"

Commented Chiara advertising a facade of smile on her countenance, haplessly she happened to fall in  zone of  my elder sisters.
There is one more and 3 more brothers .
I appeared to be a disdain for these so called warriors ans also i took  last place in birth.
What brought my parents this much love to have six kids .

Chiara herself  an airhostess, Sofia was a jwellery designer among  most famous in the country where as Allasandro achived his success of stock exchange,
My second eldest brother , Marco had a batch of civil engineer and the brother  elder next to me got to pilot profession.

She deleted the gap through her approaching steps toward the corner .She  patted my shoulder then stroking my hair as her fingers made their way splitting my attached hair to and fro.

A gesture of care in common yet i knew the actuality. I ignored this act untill she voiced a question.
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This corner reminded me of the violence and abuse i had survived while being here for years without the coverage of protestation over my shut lips . The corner was a living memory and a breathless mother for my wandering broken, lone, thirsty and remoarsed heart.

"Misssing mama right?"..she compassionately put the question out of the blue though i knew how  compassionate it felt . Not even a penny .

My heart dropped a breath over the moment she asked , though deep down the valleys of my conscience i knew she had  not guessed wrong . I gazed up onto her face from my chair which i were seated on.

"Not that much, i should express"
I threw reply over her side, yet my subdued tone maintained and more mushy.

She heard it and after a little  councelling that she thought since years that it worked , well yes but i  had never been a kid with multihearts. All after the drama she brought back her authoritative tone to handle me the order of Allassandro(my eldest brother) who expected me down stairs sooner then possible.

She made it clear about the chastisememt that might had been  bestowing upon me , if i would delay.

This is my family , without any father or mother .Just me and my siblings . They did hard to keep the life on track and gained us a lot of respect throughout the town .

My mother left for her heavenly abode when i entered my 14 . She had developed Adenocarcinoma and reached its last stage as well as all her abdominal organs were severly damaged that caused her inadequate for surgeries .
  on her funeral , everyone blessed me with love, gave pitty ans so on, but i never knew these blessings were actual curses for me.

My father escorted her hospital one week before her tragic end although he knew that she had disasterous disease. She came back from there with limited breaths which i deadly feared of getting end anytime then.

I consider my mother as a rose who beautified my father's existence and my father as a thorn who was not more then suffering and unjustification for her.

It was 2 years before her death , that she found him engaged and married to one more woman other then her .
His disgrace to my mother left us pinned on the agoinsed wall .

He proved to be a sharp ray of sun- peircing with heat and scortch-in the disguise of a shady boon .

I sauntered downstairs, saw an awaiting crowd with thier eyes aimed towards me. Ahhg!often seen faces.
My senior year finale ceremony , as i topped school .I saw one crowd of my maternals ,other of paternals,another one with perticualr aged paternal cousins , and one else with maternal perticular aged cousins. And few more of friends. I always had been good in making friends and hiding dark spots on soul with a grin like a cheshire cat.

Sienna ,one of my maternal first cousin, approached me ,in ambling way , wrapped hands around my neck and then released after a good hug thing. She wore cigarette jeans and glitter off shoulder tops with pair of mules fitting her well.

She was my cousin though i never liked her.
"Again on top , baby" she wispered as her breath blew over my ear.
"Yeah , happy enough to be here, "i stated yet she just smiled so i just uttered little ahead,
"Dont denote me as baby again"i said with a glare .
She cleared her throat in a gesture of getting what i blurted out , i did not feel it coming harsh .

I missed mother in the overall event yet i felt flattered as i was getting admission into my dream Art college at Mumbai university in Mumbai ,India.
I always wanted to study there and explore the well beautiful , friendly country.

Me and sienna talked about stuffs when i took a gaze at her hand which was trying to have permission for her insanity which i never approved .

Yeah she is a Bi - sexual and an alpha girl with most heartbreaking attitudes found on earth , yet i never knew why she fell for an ordinary me .

She always missguided me about her attraction for  by apprising about her love for  my unordinary interests about universes and thier happenings, my way too much knowlegde about multi verses, my way of living ,my way of walking , and so on that caused her feelings bent towards me .

Though i did not forget about her attempt of completely taking advantage of my sickness during a family -cousins trip.

We shared endless fragrence of friendship until she proposed me one fine day  at her place and again another time tried to kiss me forcefully .
My other closed ones same aged , pushed me to positively reply her but i withstood defying. So she took different design for her always aroused feelings , during our trip to florence for ufizzi palace and gallery.

(Moments)#2
Vanilla's POV

It was the chilly in december, the freezing cold was tresspassing the soul and blood within required sweaters. We travelled with the bus .There were 16 people travelling including Sienna and me . I chose the last window seat and she chose right next mine.

The journey seemed to head well untill.....