झरोखा - A window to my soul

The question that went unanswered

The tightness of my chest, the trembling of my lips, the shaking of my hands, and the blurriness of my eyes were all too familiar...The world around me kept closing in and the breath that I tried to grasp stayed out of my reach, leaving a burning in my lungs in its wake...

All the silent screams and the unheard prayers that left my lips, drained me of the very essence that kept me alive. The dark of the night and the shadows hiding within the walls were the only witness to the shaking of my shoulders and the noiselessness of my sobs, for they were the only companions to the young, little girl drowning in her own grief.

The girl, who was filled with endless hopes, dreams, desires and the eagerness to live...the girl who now just remained a shell of what she used to be. The world showed it's true colors too quick, and alas, she was too young, too naive and too trusting to understand them. The little girl who thought the people she loved would never hurt her, never leave her, never fucking disappoint her was proved wrong in her judgement, and thrown aside like a toy with a dent.

The little girl became too quiet, too scared, too hopeless...for whatever was left of her innocence had been shattered by the monsters of the night. These monsters were just like the ones she read in her fairytales, the one that harmed the pure princess...the only difference was that the fairytale monsters were unknown ugly creatures that didn't hide their reality. The real life monsters that haunted the little girl were pretty, trustable and made her feel safe. Perhaps this was the reason she was deceived, for her young heart was unable to understand the cruelties of humanity.

Now the little girl lied awake in the throes of her own anguish, writhing in pain that never left her and yearning for peace that never found her. How much more of this do I have to bear? How long till I lose every single part of me to those monsters? She asked everyday and like her unheard prayers, the questions went unanswered, ignored, as if their mere existence didn't matter to anyone, anymore. And the little girl, wounded and discarded by the monsters, realized maybe she was an unanswered question too...