" I'm sor-"
"DON'T, JUST DON'T SAY IT. YOU DO NOT EVEN DESERVE TO SAY IT AFTER WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO ME! I BEGGED YOU, SCREAMED AND PLEAD, BUT YOU DIDN'T HEED MY WORDS. THEN WHY SHOULD I!"
I yelled with tears streaming down my face when witnessing m...
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"Elizey"
"WHAT? What do you mean you want Elizey? Who is she? Wh-.. Wait, is this the girl who is best friends with that woman? Dude your taste in girls is shit, why her?" Suhail mocked.
However, this time, Deena was not in the mood for his friend's jokes. Seeing Suhail mock his love interest, Deenaz lashed out and punched Suhail's jaw with a powerful blow, causing him to stumble back from the impact.
"WHAT THE FUCK ASSHOLE!" Suhail yelled, cupping his jaw.
"NEVER. I REPEAT NEVER SPEAK OF HER IN THAT WAY. ITS JUST COZ OF HER YOU ARE SEEING ME NOW ALIVE. WITHOUT HER, DEENAZ WOULD NOT BE HERE." Deenaz warned sternly with eyes raging red and jaw clenched.
"What do you mean? Wait you mean- " Suhail questioned being confused on why his friend was reacting this way when he hadn't reacted like this in any way before.
Deenaz sighed and walked over to the couch. He placed his head on the back of the couch, staring at the ceiling as he reminisced about the time when he thought he was on the verge of death. "Yes, she is the girl who saved me and gave me a reason to live again."
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Flashback: 18 Years ago
I was standing on the bridge, ready to end my life.
Why?
Just because I was an orphan.
No one to care for me.
No one to support me when I am down.
No one to love me.
No one expected me when I returned home.
I thought I could survive this world even though I was an orphan. I thought people would be nice to me, but all I got were taunts and humiliation. No matter how good I was at studies, they would humiliate me by saying that I cheated on exams. Teachers taunted me, saying that apart from studies, I was not good at anything, and my classmates bullied me for my weight and called me unwanted because my parents had left me.
At ten years old, I could not understand why people were so agitated by the fact that I was an orphan. I did not hurt them; I used to mind my own business and never poked my nose into other people's problems. But they always seemed to have problems with me. Even in exams, just because the teachers took money from rich parents to make their child the topper, they would fail me by stating that I used the wrong methods to write down the answers. I felt disheartened when I saw how my condition was being treated.
