When Broken Souls Collide

2.Shadows of Silence

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In the depths of silence, where shadows play
A tale of terror, in a world gone astray
A young heart beats, with a soul so pure
But in the darkness, her fate is obscure

The screams are muffled, the cries are hushed
As the demons dance, with a wicked rush
The past is shrouded, in a veil of pain
As the victim's story, is forever in vain

But still she holds on, to a glimmer of hope
A beacon of light, in a world that's scope
Is to break free, from the chains that bind
And rise above, the silence that's left behind

In the shadows of silence, where secrets sleep
Lies a story of strength, and a heart that does creep
Through the darkness, where nightmares unfold
A tale of resilience, that will forever be told.

Selin:
Savash: Mamaaaa! Mama! Mama!
Daniel: Selin! Selin! Wake up!
Selin: Huh? What... what happened?
Daniel: Nothing, love. You just fell asleep on the bench while Savash and I were playing. Are you okay? Do you have a fever? Let me check.
Selin: Wait, I'm totally fine. Let's go inside.
Daniel: No, actually, your eyes are red. Were you crying? What happened, love? Tell me who made you cry like that. I'll kill that asshole.(Those two assholes have already died... I muttered under my breath.)
Selin: I'm fine; you're just worrying for no reason. Nothing happened. Now let's go inside, c'mon.**
Savash: Mamaaa, I'm hungry!
Selin: Oh, my baby! Let's go inside. I've baked pastries.
Savash: Yummmmm, pastries! (They both exclaimed.)
Hahahah, what a lovely family I have!

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**Flashback:**

Several years passed since my father and Sofia got married. I was 15 at the time. My alarm clock started beeping, and I groaned. Ugh, I hate getting up so early in the morning. I threw the alarm clock against the wall and stumbled out of bed. Grabbing my phone from the nightstand, I checked the time: it was 5 am. Oh gosh, I'm going to be late! I hurriedly started cleaning my room and then went downstairs to tidy up the house. Sofia and my father were still asleep.

I moved quietly, well aware that once they woke up, any noise would provoke their anger. Anyway, I cleaned the TV lounge, kitchen, and the other two rooms, washed the dirty clothes, and then ventured into the backyard to water the plants I had planted. My house was small and had just one floor. On the ground floor, there was a kitchen, a lounge, and one room. The upper floor housed two rooms and a balcony, while outside, there was a small backyard. With time slipping away, I dashed upstairs to finish my assignment and pack my school bag.

Afterward, I headed to the washroom for a shower. I indulged in a hot shower that lasted almost 30 minutes, allowing the warmth to relax my body. I brushed my teeth and then went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for myself. After quickly whipping something up, I grabbed my bag, slipped on my uniform and shoes, and tied my hair into a bun. I applied a light pink lip gloss on my lips and a touch of red tint on my cheeks. Since it was a bit chilly that day, I wore an off-white sweater over my uniform and rushed out of the house.

It was 7:30 am, and school started at 7:45 am. Thankfully, the school was just a 10-minute walk from my house. After three lectures, break time began at 11 am. Once the break was over, I attended three more classes, and when the school bell rang at 1 pm, signaling the end of the school day, I packed my things and headed straight home.

While walking, I noticed my classmates discussing a birthday party, but I felt detached. I had no friends in class and never participated in social events. Upon opening the front door, I was greeted by a loud crash that reverberated through the house. My dad and Sofia were fighting again, breaking things in their typical violent manner. This situation had become almost a daily occurrence. I tried to intervene and stop them, but my efforts were met with punishment instead.

Sofia retreated to her room, leaving me to face my father's fury alone. He unleashed his rage, beating me with his belt until I collapsed and lost consciousness. When I regained awareness, it was 5 pm, and I saw Sofia emerge from her room. Without a word, she slapped me across the face and ordered me to make tea for her.

Dragging myself into the kitchen, my body screamed in agony, each movement a reminder of the trauma I had endured. Sofia's sadistic pleasure was evident as she watched me struggle. She struck me again, her blows landing precisely, making my head spin. Then, grasping my wrist like a vice, she slammed my hand onto the scorching stove. The piercing pain of my skin burning was excruciating, and the smell of charred flesh filled the air.

I screamed, but my cries vanished into the laughter that spilled from Sofia's lips. She reveled in my suffering, her eyes sparkling with sadism. After what felt like an eternity, she released me, leaving me to prepare tea with my mangled hand. Somehow, I managed to complete the task, my vision blurring from the pain.

Once finished, I trudged upstairs, my body battered and bruised, my spirit crushed. I applied ointment to my burns, the fire of the sting reminding me too harshly of my reality.

The next day, I awoke to the agonizing sensation of my father's hands clawing at my body, his touch a toxic poison that made my skin burn with revulsion. It was a weekly ritual, a sadistic game he played with my already shattered soul. I tried to resist, to fight back, but he was a merciless monster, crushing my fragile strength in his grasp. No matter how much I screamed or begged for mercy, his twisted lust for power only fueled his violence.

When he finally left my room, I was a broken, bleeding thing - my body and mind ravaged by his brutality. Lying there, helpless and alone, the suffocating darkness closed in around me like a shroud, threatening to engulf whatever remained of my will to survive.

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