The Stiched Heart

Stubborn girl I have ever seen

Chapter 3

I should leave fast. I tried to pull my body up with one hand support and the other holding my head at the right side above the eye from bleeding.

I slowly open my eyes and the man takes me into his hands. When I got near him, his warmth filled me on this cold night. I looked up to see through my blurred vision which was getting better and better in every blink, I blinked many times but when the vision was finally getting clear. A man running toward me caught my eye. It was my brother. The real one. He is speeding towards me. If he catches me I will not be able to leave. I can never deny him. I need to hurry up. I started to move attempting to get up myself. but..

I slipped and dashed on the ground again. I tried it again and again, I failed to stand up on my own feet.

'I failed to stand up on my own feet' This sentence suits you well. You did not stand up for your feelings, for your career and when you wanted to stand up your body gave up. What a pathetic life you have.... ha ha ha.' It's my brain talking to me.

All I was doing now was sit on the middle of the road cross legged, unable to stand for myself, waiting for the world to swallow me to death. i.e. for my brother to come and pull me back to that house....... I stayed lying there like dead meat. My head was down, hands on the road straight to support my body, and my legs crossed. My braided Hair was flowing from my head straight down till it touched the ground.

All the world is against me. I wanted to leave but I was brought back. I tried again but got hit by a car. I just want to leave this world. Everything and everyone is against me. I just want some help. Just a bit of help....just a bit.

"Wait, let me help you!" The man said. My eyes immediately filled with tears, I did not lift my head to see him. If I see, he will notice my tears. He picked me up and helped me walk to the car. His movements were so fast that I was in the car comfortably sitting in the seat in seconds. I saw his legs which wore red casual pants and slippers.

I did not dare see him, but it was like he was here just to help me. Like he heard me.

'Common who won't help when they hit you,' 'It's good If you shut up brain' i internally cures it.

I noticed the car was more comfortable and luxurious. He jogged to the drive seat and opened the door. My head was still down. I did not dare to lift fearing my tears would roll down. And the world will see my weak tears.

Soon the car started speeding in a blink. That made my brother slip us by an inch. Thank god he did that. He took rights and lefts ... .But......the way he was going leads to the hospital, not to the railway station.

"Take me to the railway station" I shouted at him, still head down. But he advised we to go to the hospital, which I rejected immediately.

He gave me the medical kit he had in glove box and told me to dress up my wounds. Grabbing that I started dressing them up. My head was hurt on the right side, it was bleeding more and hurt on my knee and my elbow. I used the rear view mirror to clean the wound on my head. I poured the Tincher on my knee directly which made it much more painful.

I was always tough on my wounds, and cared less about them. To this world I am tough on the outside but deep down the real me is too weak to accept someone. After my dad I am afraid to let someone into my life. I spent most of my time alone in my room. Laughed and cried to my mirror, working on my studies and making some 'my stuff', like craft and paintings. They healed me , it's like I was painting my dream land or I am making something for myself without depending on anyone. I was stitching my heart with them.

"We are here" his words brought me back from my world of thoughts.

I got out of his car at the station. Took my bag along. He came to help me but I repulsed myself gently. I stood on my feet again to start the fight on my own. The Band-Aid I put on was great. Guess what my mother taught did not go in vain.