MISTAKEN💔🔥

Believe In Me✍️💪.

* You can do what you dream of doing. Go on fighting for your freedome, one day you will surely shine bright and the light you will be radiating, will pain your opponents, give relief and immense joy who supports and stands for you. All the very best, Vernaly.*

She made a note, stuck it on her closet door and read it twice with more pride each time.
This was her own way to motivate and push herself. At her convinience she has always tried to take everything happening around and in her life, positively. She was broken at times, sobbed profusely, looked drained, agreed to give up, injured herself, fallen sick but never had she promised to turn her back from life. She has cried her soul out at nights but has always shined in the morning☺️ and this was her power, such a rare bliss she possesed within herself.

Writing was something she loved. She was passiontate about it and planned to be a renowed writer one day. She dreamt of succeeding every problems through her writing. She was obsessed with her passion, quiet proud of her talent, that she can actually form remarkable expressions of her emotions through mere lines on a paper.  Writing gave her relief, relief from all those torments she suffered each day. It made her calm and cool, eased her pain, made her feel powerful enough to voice herself, hold her strong and farm, embraced her emotions and patted her back proudly, encouranging her audacity. She was quiet a charmer in this feild❤️.
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She started scribbling on the paper laying in front of her

'...This is my fight, my battle- war with myself and my opponents. I cn't bear loosing. I gotta win and out shine, overcome my insecurites, scare away my fears and fight my torments. The mere thought of failure is giving me sick feeling. I cant submit myself to my bad luck. I cant fail, i cant. My stepmom and dad has to know who they are accusing. One day, for sure i will prove myself to them that im not that looser which they think im. They will regret, they will feel remorse for that everything they are making me go through. They will witness my success, my immense strength to handle each situation, the power to stand brave and face problems. They will eye my achievements, my growing up into a beautiful soul, they would have ever imagined. Now im tormented, that time, they will be the ones to be consumed in guilt for their past activities. Now im the vitcim that time they will be playing the victim card.'

and with planting the fullstop, a sininster smile formed on her face instantly😏. This smile was transmitting pride and courage. She has plans. Writing has always- always given her that enthusiasm to fight a new war downstair with each sun rise😌.
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She checked her phone. There were so many notifications but her eye caught only one's attention. It was from Chat gum. The chatting app she was using for only a few days now. The message read
"Hey sweetie🙋! Available for a talk. Sorry  previous two days i couldnt come online. I was so busy, overloaded with work🥺. I hope you forgive me and missed me a lil🤭" instantly her dreedful face blossomed. She was smiling after long hours. With her life drama on screen, she had forgotten about this charmer. She replied within seconds the moment she opend the app clicking on the notification- ' No its fine ,i totally get it. Theres nothing to forgive. Work is priority and should stay like that☺️'.

Talking to him was like tonic. They continiued chatting and chatted till the mid day. They exchanged so many infos about themselves, gigled on each other's silly jokes and consoled each other when talked about tough times. She asked him about his work and he asked her about her school ,studies and her boyfriend. As soon as the message from him read - 'hows your bf? Hope he is doing well. I must say he is so lucky he got you. He must be really very caring and lving towards you, you so adorable no🤭❤️.'
For few seconds she kept staring at the text. Yesterday night's question to herself- * are you cheating on him?* replayed in her mind and her joyous face turned off immediately. She was no more in mood to chat anymore. She excused herself lieing about her poor net connection and promised to come online in eve.
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Basically she wasnt cheating but she wont mind to, because who the hell she was serving loyalty, someone who didnt value her at any point. She recalled her days of class 9. It was then the very first time she learnt about internet services available in her father's keypad sumsung phone, Dual. As soon as she was known to the fact she waste no time to sign up a facebook account in it. She had opened her account under a pet name and had blocked all her relatives she knew, who also had an account. It didnt take her long to be a fake, contrast version of herself. In facebook she pretended to be much more mature than she actually was, lied about her age(2 years older than she was), to every boy she chatted with. There was no limits or rules she followed. The only way to get friend request accepted by her was , the profile photo has to look handsome. Under that protocol of hers she accepted people from worldwide, there were no exceptions. Pakistani, Afganistani, Nepali, English men, Philipines, each and every country guys were welcomed to be her friend. She started liking this game and was addicted to it within a few days. She made typical excuses to get her dad's phone, most of the times claiming to use the dictonary. Her dad was too foolish and innocent to believe a traitor like her. She grew an expert in this dirty game and considered herself as a pro player. She used to show cast her pride to her so called friends and those lil brats hyped her up, pushing her more into the gutter. She was still a dambass idiot to be unaware of it and why should her friends be blammed, she was responsible for her own demotion. She did very energeticaly volenteer herself for it. Her grades in school brutally degraded and she knew the reason.
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Nothing changed since that. It was just her age with year, her mobile and her decision on loyalty that had a slight switch. Earliar she used to have no of boys claiming as her 'Boyfriends', bt with growing age she realized what she did was offensive. With her steps forwarding to maturity, she started changing. Initiating from changing her behaviour, her decisions, her opiinions and her prospections.

She was no longer a child. She has grown up now and is capable enough to carry her burdens.