Dreaming of the Seven

Chapter 1.

Humans have been given the privilege to dream, to think, to wish. But sometimes, we completely misunderstand the power of the human mind, without which, we would have been just like lifeless, mindless creatures walking down the earth. And we certainly never reconsider the consequences and aftermaths of a wish. Sometimes we get what we wish for and sometimes, maybe, they are better just as a 'wish'. But when granted, that one wish can hold the power to turn our lives upside down, either in a good way or in a horrible way.

"Be careful what you wish for. You may regret it later."

I did. I did regret at first too, gravely. But after waking up, I knew, that wish was one of the best wish that I asked for and maybe also one of the worst. It changed my life, me...

And I never regretted asking for it, ever again. 

{ Shreya's POV }

Have you ever fallen for something so badly that you know u can't get ahold of but still can't help and keep falling for it more and more... 

Have you? Well looks like I have and it never betrayed me, never left me alone, never have I ever regretted loving it. 

The night, the moon....

 I always used to wonder as a child that who is that lucky fairy that gets to live on the beautiful surface of the moon... why does the moon lets the fairy stay but not me... do other peoples live there just like my mom used to say...

 *Chuckles*

Children are so innocent, so pure... I wish everyone could stay like that their whole life.

'Shreya, come down right now!'

Why is she calling me at this hour...

 Can't I have a bit of personal time for myself? Anyways, I should go...

 I sprint downstairs as fast as I could without tripping as I don't want to hear rants about being 3 or 4 minutes late. Mom already looks angry as it is...     

{Mother's P.O.V}

Uhh, what's taking her so long? Does she even have any idea how poor her marks turned out this year! How can she not concentrate on her studies; what else does she needs! She has a roof over her head, food given to her and clothes to wear... and all we ask her is to be 1st or 2nd in her class, can't she even do that! We do so much for her but she's just... hopeless... Just let her come downstairs, and I'll show her....

[Shreya's P.O.V]

Oh SNAP...

They DO NOT look happy... As I reach the living room, the already tensed atmosphere of the room makes it very clear for me that whatever it is they want to talk about...is not good. And the fact that both of them have a grim look plastered all over their face doesn't makes it easier in any way. I can't help but feel the chills run down my spine...anyways pushing the thought of 'running away right now and locking myself up in my room' at the back of my head, I walk VERY slowly towards them uncertain of what is going to happen next.

*Maa, you were calling?*

*Of course we are calling, what in the world is this, huh? Do you have any idea how much your dad and I work to make your life function as smooth as possible?!! YOU UNGRATEFUL BRAT!*Just look at your friend Evelyn, she's so intelligent, always tops her class and you! You are a hopeless thing.... I have no idea how I gave birth to such a hopeless child.*

*Is this the reason why we raised you, so that you can enjoy your life perfectly and not study.... HUH?!!*

*But baba, I----*

*Shut it, how can you talk back to your parents?! Is this HOW we raised you!!!*

*Just go to room and study, Tara make sure she doesn't steps out of her room AT ALL*

 { There I was, standing there, listening to my parents comparing me and my poor marks with my friend's, while my whole body shakes, hot tears start brewing in my eyes, my body sweats, my head starts to feel dizzy, feeling the big lump at the back of my throat which gets harder and harder each time they spit their words like venom...I can feel my vision getting blurry every passing second but there I was...just standing with my head hanging low, trying to control the new hot tears which just can't seem to stop...just like a good child should do right?}

Without any further protest, I do as I'm told, go to my room and start studying though I know I won't be able to keep up with the words on my book as the thoughts inside my worthless brain holds much more power than those words that explains what Shakespeare did in his life... No offence, I love Shakespeare but right now even his intricately written poems can't calm me...

 {Probably I should ....die... I've never been the girl who puts her thoughts into actions so yeah, I've never cut myself but I know a girl who tried to commit suicide because of constant bullying. I've seen her rarely but whenever our eyes met mistakenly, she always used to give me a sad smile as if she can see through me, my insecurities. I've tried to approach her and talk to her but every time I did, it was all in vein. I really wanted to know more about the girl, wanted to know about her fears, herself but whenever I tried to approach her...she ignored me. Then one day, I found out that the girl named Marley was....dead...After that it became one of my nightmares as well as an insecurity for not being able to save her...}

Yes, I'm an Indian girl living in California. Lucky right? Don't worry, I also go through constant bullying for being brown and having a funny accent. You see, I was born in India, spent most of my childhood there till the age of 14, until baba got transferred here and decided to settle here for life as California has more opportunities, they believe. My mom has always been the criticising one whether it be about my marks or my personality. If she can she'll control my whole life as SHE wants. Dad never really paid any kind of serious attention to me as he believes if you give TOO MUCH of attention to your child, they'll be ruined. So all of my life I've been the introvert and shy girl who'll do anything to please her PARENTS but not herself. I've always had good marks since childhood but as we moved here the pain of leaving my origin, the place where I was born, my grandma and my friends was enough to distract me from my studies. But it's not like I don't enjoy California. I've always loved beaches {especially},libraries and to get to know new places. I'm sure I would've loved California if it wasn't for my parents and them moving here. 

That night I couldn't sleep at all. So I thought of checking my phone a bit. Just as I was about to close the faintly lighted screen, a notification popped up, 

BTS WENT LIVE...

But it's 1:30a.m.; I have school tomorrow...

 Well I'm sure their live will end soon...

 [2 hours later]

Well... Damn... 

Without thinking about the reason of betraying my sleep, I quickly sprint towards my bathroom door as I feel myself bleeding. 

I started my periods...Well even that won't be enough for my mother to give me break from this hell of a school that actually seemed like the devil's lair for me when every morning I have to wakeup, wash my disgusting face and go to the that school. Looks like I should go to sleep now. 

 Only if I could meet BTS or maybe just HIM...