Scars

27

                                        Hredhaan

Ineffable.

To great or extreme to be expressed in words.

I feel ineffable.

What I don’t know is if I am experiencing this feeling in a pleasant way or a sordid one.

But I know I did the right thing.

She deserved it.

Then why are you feeling disconsolate?

I am not feeling anything.

I just know she made me look like a cheater.

She was constantly saying she didn’t.

Maybe she was saying the truth.

No she is liar.

A big time liar.

Lying is your forte not hers.

Shut the fuck up.

Just stated facts.

Is she still where I left her?

You didn’t leave her you threw her like one does to a used tissue paper.

I know that was extreme.

But she angered me.

The fact that she didn’t react like you expected angered you.

Her not begging to you angered you.

Will she still be sitting there? It’s almost been an hour.

Of course she will be there waiting for you to come again and humiliate her more.

I don’t like her.

She even made my subconscious against me.

She didn’t need to your actions did the work.

How could she not feel hurt?

Was she not involved with me?

She just has self-respect which automatically enables any normal and sane person to not beg someone for loving them.

But she isn’t normal now is she?

That does it.

I don’t hear anything from my inner voice anymore.

I won.

Congratulations.

I am not satisfied.

She needs to suffer more.

Should I check on her?

I want to know how much she suffered after I left.

Go with a thermometer or a measuring device to check the exact value.

Bad idea.

Unable to sleep I decide to take a walk in my garden.

I was on my way out towards the garden but few strange noises coming from the guest room area stopped me in my tracks.

I follow the voice and is shocked to see the entire guest room messy and dad searching for something desperately.

“Dad” I say.

His head whips in my direction and within a second he composes a calm demeanor on his face.