KAREENA ONE SHOTS

The Wrong Happy Ending

She stood leaning against the big grey rocks. The cliff looked different from what you read in those occasional fairy tales with tragic endings. The grass beneath her was soft like velvet. The sweet fragrance of roses reached her nose from the field in her sight. The leaves of the rose bushes danced along the soft melody created by the gentle breeze. The sun sank into the horizon, painting the sky with shades of orange and pink. Birds started heading back towards their nests. The atmosphere seemed perfect.

Too perfect. It was so peaceful that it hurt her to be there. It hurt her to see the perfection. The peace, the serenity, the tranquillity, every part of it hurt her. It was disturbing. Disturbing to such an extent that it was difficult to stay there.

She stood up abruptly and looked around, baffled by her thoughts.

It seemed like the world was laughing at her, taking turns to taunt her.

She took a step back.

They seemed to be celebrating her defeat. The wind sang about her cruel fate while the trees danced in a strange rhythm.

Her breaths got shallow.

Her fellow humans hated her already. The whole earth hated her now.

She couldn't take it anymore. She ran. She ran as fast as she could. She ran until she was at the edge of the cliff, stopping a few metres before she could fall into the endless chasm.

It wouldn't be that bad, would it?

Being unloved was not new to her. Her parents hated her. Most probably from the moment she was born. Why? Because she was a girl, a disgrace, and a burden.

Her other siblings were treated nowhere near how she was. She had never felt like a member of the pack. Always the outcast in the perfect family. Never understood by them. She had always been distant. To understand her. They had never bothered to care for her. To love her. Sometimes, she wondered if it pained them to provide a roof for her.

'Friends' seemed like a foreign concept to her. Someone who is there for you all the time, who listens to you, who cares about you, and enjoys conversations with you, right? She cannot recall meeting someone like that. If she ever had a friend, all they did was provide fake sympathy and a wooden shoulder to cry on. Only to stab her in the back when they felt like it. Cold-blooded puppeteers.

Hate to such an extent that she started despising herself.

No one is on your side, Karishma.

No one will ever try to be. Why should they? Why would they even bother to look at someone like you? Different from the others.

An alien.

A psychopath.

A witch.

Crazy.

The list was too long for her to memorize. So yes, she was unloved. It didn't take her a long time to figure that out. It just pained horribly to accept it. It felt like they shattered her heart into a million pieces. Yes, people broke her heart. They had broken it many times. Broken things can be fixed. She fixed it many times before. But when something is shattered? Shattered things are not easy to mend. It takes uttermost care and patience to fix a mess like that.