THE VIRAGO
No one can initiate what i am thinking, can they?
I was scrolling on my tablet, watching documentries and reading the reports.
Up in the sky, a canary had a dream to fly with her majestic wings and never come back to the initial position.
A lil chicken hatched out of her egg shell.
An old mare she was, she rested on the ground instead of standing and might be at her fullest and peace.
But, guess what?
Canary's wings torn apart.
The lil baby chicken was eaten by a snake.
The mare was attacked by the wolves brutally.
And No. They never had any happy endings. They were not destined for it. It was crueler than cruel.
My fingers scrolled my tablet's screen. The report I was reading on it was not going to end sooner maybe. Each word never failed to make my heart ache. After all I was a women.
A teenage girl she was. And she'd been shifted to Delhi for further studies. She was found murdered under an oak tree in a forbidden forest. She was abused, brutally. Bruises... Purple and blue all over her skin and flesh. Face painted red with blood... Her own blood... "She's been gang raped" by 3 persons or might say goons. Her intestines were damaged totally, the cause was a metal rod. It's been said that the rapists were arrested by Delhi police but didn't considered as non-bailable act. They might get a bail after 3 years.
A babygirl, she recently turned to 5 months was mercilessly raped and has been killed by a monstrous human. Again... A "bailable act".
A sixty-six years old lady has been found dead and abused and raped.
I sighed and threw my Tablet on the couch. This was unbelievable and my heart is too weak to digest the fact.
The dreams? Collapsed
The life? Shattered
The peace? Stolen
And the monsters? Maybe laughing sitting on a bloody throne. The blood which belong to the innocents.
And the fucking government? Laughing too~ but sitting on a chair of useless power.
My tears, which i didn't even knew were welled up with agony. I am a women after all. I sighed and controlled. Took the tablet from the couch again. Reading the current report headlined by something;
"The rapists captured by Delhi police has been successful to break out of the jail without even giving a single clue.
The society's in a danger?"
A smirk crept on my face.
"Society is in danger huh?"
I turned back now, and saw six people tied to chair with mouth stuffed.
Three of them chopped the wings.
One snake you gulped down the chicken.
Two wolves who killed the mare.
The tablet in my hand was replaced with vermillion coloured dagger with a poisoned age.
My headphones were now resting on my ears as now i turned on my playlists.
My mask has been displaced to the same couch now.
My steps collective as i approached them with disgust. Disgusting until my last cell is contained with it.
And i did what i was supposed to do.
I stabbed them.
I killed them. Brutally.
Each of them and now there was a bloody river everywhere in my dusty basement.
They were dead and me exhausted.
But still i smiled and looked at the mirror across me. As a lone tear made its was from my eye. I am a women afterall...
As now i whispered...
"I am sorry ladies..."
