Worship Series

Chapter # 36

Zariah went to her room with heavy steps. She closed the door behind her, ache stacking in her hollow chest.

When a swirl of emotions assaults one with unbreakable anguish, they fall apart- she did.

She walked inside with a shaky body, her mind, her soul was where she left him.

Body frozen in agony, her silence began to consume her.

"I. I..." She tried speaking, looking around but all her mind could fathom was his statement.

"Get the fuck out and not only from this room but from my life."

From his life...

'How did I end up becoming your sinner...?'

Closing her eyes, she could feel her strength being deprived, throwing her into an endless turmoil of pain.

'Wasn't I the worshiper of your existence...?'

Shutting her eyes, she pulled her hairs,

"Argh, shut up, shut up!" She shouted, slamming her hand on the dressing table, taking rapidly swift breaths.

"Stop it, stop it."

Her voice broke, breathless, seeing her reflection in the mirror, his words disrupting her mind.

Her eyes died to search for the lady he called Zari, the Zariah who lived by his name but all she could see was a non-living creature who lost its own identity.

"Who... am I?" She whispered.

Bringing her hand closer to the mirror, touching her reflection to find herself but to no avail, she had taken shelter into darkness.

"You are incurable, Zariah."

Losing her mind, she cannot perceive further, augmenting her ravage to the point of no recovery, her chest tightening with intense pain.

"Ahh!"

Shouting, her posture broke, sliding her hand on the table, throwing everything on the drown, breaking the expensive makeup and perfumes there.

"STOP IT!" She yelled, picking the vase nearby, throwing it on her reflection.

"Get out! Get out! Get the fuck out!" She yelled at her own self, smearing the mirror into countless pieces.

Tears blurring her vision, screaming at her own self, exhausted from her existence, from her breaths, from her life.

"Enough! It's not me! It's not!"

She began to averse her own self, what her Father made herself into only broke the dreams she once cherished.

Her life was stolen from her, she felt utterly lost.

Her love became her stain.

Falling on her knees, the serenity of her heart lost in the midst of time, mentally unsettling her at this point.

"Please..." She whispered as the gathered tears began to spill slowly.

Rolling down her cheeks followed by an uncontrollably endless stream of them.

"Please..." She sobbed.

Lowering her head, defeated by her own fault, leading her to the labyrinth which was the result of her own choices.

A wail released by her lips, freeing her pain in the form of tears and agony-filled sobs.

She had confronted it enough, she had lived her life as a puppet enough. She couldn't take it anymore. She was a human, a human with emotion, who could get hurt too and she was hurting.