The door closes behind Auntie and Rahul, leaving an unsettling silence.
Mom's eyes linger on me, a mix of concern and avoidance. "Evara, are you okay?"
I nod, unable to articulate the turmoil.
Dad retreats to his study, escaping the tension.
I retreat to my room, seeking solace.
But memories haunt me.
Rahul's hands, his whispers, the shame and fear.
I thought I'd buried it, but today's encounter uncovered the wound.
I glance at my phone, noticing a text from an unknown number:
"Happy birthday, Evara. You're not forgotten."
My heart skips a beat.
Who is this?
A prankster or someone who knows my secrets?
I delete the message, trying to shake off the unease.
As I lie in bed, the shadows on my wall seem to grow, reminding me of the darkness I've tried to escape.
I toss and turn, unable to silence the whispers in my mind.
Why did Rahul try to hurt me?
Why did my family never believe me?
The questions swirl, a maelstrom of pain and confusion.
Sleep eludes me, replaced by the haunting memories.
The night wears on, a relentless, dark companion.
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FanfictionEvara, once a vibrant child, succumbs to depression as she navigates adulthood. Her smile hides the scars of a tumultuous childhood, marked by witnessing her parents' violent fights and her aunt's son attempted molestation - a secret she kept hidden...
