𝐕𝐞𝐢𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 ✔

𐙚♡-𝟒.𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝-♡𐙚

Kashvi's pov~~

I sat huddled in the corner of my room, knees pulled tightly to my chest, my head buried in my arms. the room shrouded in darkness, My chest felt tight, my heart heavy, as I tried to hold back the sobs that were threatening to break free. The silence in the house was suffocating, pressing down on me, making it hard to breathe.

Then, without warning, the door swung open with a deafening bang.

I flinched, my entire body tensing up as I looked up to see her standing there. My mother, with her face twisted in rage, eyes glaring down at me as if I were some disgusting thing she had stumbled upon.

"Why didn't you cook dinner?" she spat, her voice so loud and sharp it cut through the air like a blade.

I felt small-pathetic-like I was shrinking under her glare

she shouted, taking a step closer. I instinctively pressed myself further against the wall, wishing I could disappear.

She leaned over me, fists clenched. "All you do is hide in this room and cry!" she screamed, each word dripping with venom. "You're good for nothing!"

I bit my lip, my eyes glued to the floor, desperately willing the tears not to spill over. But I couldn't stop them. They slipped down my cheeks, hot and fast, and I hated myself for it.

"Pathetic!" she sneered, straightening up. And then, her voice turned cold, almost eerily calm. "From now on, you will not eat anything in this house and by the way you are leaving this house tomorrow."

My breath caught in my throat. I looked up, stunned, my vision blurred from the tears.

"You hear me?" she snapped, eyes blazing with cruel satisfaction. "Not a single bite!."

I couldn't-couldn't do anything but stare at her helplessly, my heart pounding in fear.

She just smirked, watching me with that cold, pitiless gaze. Then she turned sharply and stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

The sound echoed through the silence, and I was left alone again-alone with the darkness, the emptiness, and the gnawing ache of hunger already twisting painfully in my stomach.

I buried my face back in my knees, the sobs finally breaking free. But they were silent, choked, because even now, even when I was utterly broken, I knew crying wouldn't change anything.

Nothing would ever change.

~~

The next morning, I opened my eyes to the early sunlight peeking through the curtains. My head felt heavy, and my body ached from the way I had curled up on the hard floor all night. I slowly sat up, the events of the previous night rushing back like a tidal wave.

The memory of my mother's cruel words twisted painfully in my chest. No food. Not a single bite. It's normal for me.

I pushed myself up and walked quietly to the door. It creaked softly as I opened it, and I peered outside, expecting the same suffocating silence.