Scarred Beauty

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Fatima

"Why can't she just let us live peacefully? Why did she have to get into an accident? I freaking hate her." Rahana, my stepsister said. "I wish she could help us by being dead!"

"Stop it! Someone will hear you! And I wish that too!" Bushara said then both of them giggled.

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"How long should we have to babysit her? Can't we just abandon her?" I could hear, Rahana's voice. I forced my eyelids to open, but failed like usual.

"Stop saying that you idiot! I am not doing this because I like doing this! It's because of those damn legalities." This time the response was from my stepmother, Bushara.

I tried to concentrate more on their conversation but I could no longer do it because I fell into that dark pit again.

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"Doctor, can we take her home and treat her from there?" My stepmother's voice brought me from the dark pit.

"She is in a coma, and we are waiting for any response from her, even if it is the slightest activity. There is no way we can do anything about that, I am sorry." An unfamiliar male voice spoke, but it was strangely familiar.

"How long do you think she has to stay here?" Again Bushara asked.

"We don't know, let's wait for her to give a response." With that, I heard the door open and shut.

How long I have been like this?

And in a coma?

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"How I wish I could kill her here and end this miserable waiting. Can't we just do that, mom?" Rahana asked.

I tried to open my eyes like always and like every time, I ended up in vain.

Allah! What is happening to me?

"Shut up! Don't even think about opening your stupid mouth again." My stepmother said in full annoyance.

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I could hear the faint sound of the birds. The way I'm feeling, I know there is no one beside me. With Allah's name, I tried opening my eyes again. However unlike other times, this time I could feel my eyelids moving. Slow and bright rays of light touched my eyes.

It was like a flash of lightning.

And there was no that shade of dark wrapped in my eyes. It was pale brown with a bright red hue to it.

I can sense the light. My eyes can feel the light of the room.

I can open them.

Reciting duas, and Allah's names, I tried my best to open my eyes.

A terrible pain shot through my head as I opened my eyes. The blinding light of the room pierced them. Blinking a few times, I opened and focused on my surroundings. The vision was blurred at first but gradually everything became clear.

The room had white walls and light blue curtains, drawn revealing the only two windows on my right. Some equipment that I am not aware of was placed on my left. The beeping sound of ECG played like background music.

My head ached the moment I opened my eyes. But Alhamdulillah! I opened them. I never thought I could make it.

But, I'm alive.

I closed my eyes and tried to recall the last memories I had-- me running across the road toward a young girl, standing in the middle of the road, then pushing her. Then the terrible pain I felt when something crashed into me. The blood, the ting sound from my ears, and the darkness.

The girl... Was she okay? She has to be...

"YOU ARE AWAKE!? DOCTOR... the doctor..." Rahana startled me with her scream. She ran out again calling for the doctor.

When did she come?

Upon seeing her, all their terrible conversation came crashing into my memories.

They still hate me.

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"So, you remember everything?" The doctor asked me for the tenth time.

"Y- yes. I remember." My voice was strained.

He smiled and turned towards my aunt, "She is completely fine, after some more checkups, we can decide on her discharge date. If everything is fine, that is." My stepmother nodded.

"Ms. Bushara? I need a hijab." I asked my stepmother.

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After I got a hijab, I wrapped it around my head, securely. Now that I was awake and healthy, I needed to take ablution and thank Allah for my life.

"Finally! I don't have to babysit you anymore! You should have been woken earlier. Or better, never!" I ignored Rahana's blabbering and focused on the scenery outside.

"How long I have been like this?" I asked after a while.

"Two months! You have been in a coma for two months!" She explained looking up from her phone.

Two months...

"Can you help me to get to the bathroom?" The urinary bag was removed earlier. So now I can go to the bathroom.

"Ugh! Get up!" She placed her phone away and helped me to the bathroom. My legs were so weak after not using them for a while. With the help of Rahana, I finally got into the bathroom.

I turned the faucet on and cupped my hands under the water, then sprinkled them onto my face. I lifted my head to look in the mirror to see my face after so long.

My heart paced faster. My eyes widened and a gasp left my mouth.

What? Why? How?

A long diagonal ugly scar marked its existence on my right cheek. Harsh and bitter. Making my face look uglier.

Making my life uglier.

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