That was one of those horrible winter days in the city of Manhattan. It was too late by the time Sania had finished the extra class on Art and Design. She is a fashion designing student from Newyork University. Finishing up with her college, she took the bus to south Manhattan and went straight to the Greenwich hospital. "Hello I'm here on an appointment with Dr. Jones." Sania drummed her fingers with anxiety at the reception desk.
"Just a minute mam..." The middle aged lady looked at her computer and nodded to her with a smile. "Go straight and turn into the last room." The doctor pulled up a document and took her signatures. Laying on the hospital bed Sania had an intense agitation racing in her heart. Her hands shivered in constant consternation since morning pleading her to stop what she was about to do. But was she left with any other option?
"I have to do this." She counselled herself and closed her eyes tight as if it would drive away from her the fear that was exposed as the naked truth. Suffering the pain of the needle she left a soft 'uh' with tears dripping out her eyes. Mama I'm sorry, please excuse me for this. I love you and papa so much but there was no other way left. She let out a silent sob to her family but unfortunately Sania's pain and tears couldn't be heard by her parents. But she did not want them to hear her either.
It was the horrible reality of her life that she was destined to suffer. After completion of the treatment she shook hands with her doctor Jones and slowly walked to the entrance still suffering the pain in her body. "Sania remember you need to take rest for today and tomorrow." The doctor voiced out to her from behind to which she turned around and could only nod with a smile that absolutely didn't reach her eyes.
By the time she walked out of the hospital it was very dark. Sania's body felt worn out. She persistantly needed a warm shower that might relax her of her discomfort and desired to fall on the bed. Opening the zip of her bag she took out the phone and called the number given to her a week ago. "Work done. Got the shot. Thank you." Sania kept it short with her dropping strength and desperately searched for a bus to reach her two room flat but even after half an hour of helpless wait not even a single transport turned up. It was then she remembered her friend Nina's words this morning.
The state announced a curfew today because of growing crime rate in Manhattan. The government has appointed strict vigilance and there was no public transport available to reach her home. Sania slowly began to grow anxious. She cursed herself for her absentmindedness and thought she shouldn't have taken an appointment today. Picking her phone once again she decided to call Uber but there was no one at this late hour. Hopeless and searching for a drive she walked the deserted streets in desolation when she found four drunk men wobbling out of the night club nearby.
Sania tried to walk fast sending a silent prayer to God to help her out of the difficult situation. She ran over the dark streets of the night city not to invoke their attention and hid herself behind an abandoned work shop. "The girl ran this side." One of them pointed to the deserted street and raced.
Sania's heart drummed rapid in anxiety. She absorbed the hungry looks of the monsters sprinting towards her. A shiver ran down her spine and she gravely searched for a safe place but it was already overdue.
The venomous voice of the demon accompanied by a nauseous smell of alcohol entered her nostrils. "Caught you kitten." Before she could process the words one of them caught her legs. The other held her hands tight and the third man unzipped his pants standing between her legs. Sania's eyes went wide in trepidation she wiggled her body underneath the firm hold but it was of no use. "Please let me go." She shouted but fateless it were not only her culprits but no one in the world heard her desolate pleading cries.
A rough hand rubbed across her neck and muffled the squeal that escaped her throat. Unfortunately Sania Witmore couldn't fight for herself anymore. An involuntary 'uh' escaped her lips and her eyelids rolled upwards welcoming her into a placid state of unconsciousness.
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