The Fine Line

Chapter 6

Diya's POV
"Zaraaaaaaaaaaaaah .... " I scream as I gaze at her . A mix of fear and anger stir in me . All I can do is pray to god , to spare me for this pain . I lost so much already . In fact I lost everything and now , I cant lose her too . If this habit continues , I'm certain I will . And soon .

"Oh my god Zarah , please stop doing this !" I plead as I pick up the used vile and  Syringes .
"You have to stop , please I beg you . I cant afford to lose you too " I say , tears streaming down .

No matter what I say she stays rigid . Her bloodshot eyes glare through me to my soul. Its going to be hard , convincing her . My life has been a roller coaster ride that I cant afford any more turns . I realise that its been a bigger and  even horrendous ride for Zarah but she has to accept the facts and get over it . Or else its THE END of the ride for her .

"Please , sweetie . You have to let people in . Or at least me " I cry miserably in front of her . No matter how much I care for her , she doesn't seem to consider me  . I hate that in her . She just shuts people out .

We used to get along fine . Better than fine actually . It was all before her mom died and Saira was the one who shut people out . Moreover she shut Zarah out . Zarah's a lot like her . Even though she doesn't acknowledge that .  She even resembles an awful lot like Saira . Thats what scares me the most . What if she too ... ? God , please no . I wouldn't survive that .

After a moment of silence , I am awarded with  a reply .

"I'm trying , Diya . Really I am but she doesn't leave me alone . I hate her. I hate the nightmares . I hate this life . Every inch of this room suffocates me . Strangles me with memories . And no matter how much I fight , It wins me over . SHE wins me over . Why cant she just leave me alone ? "
she sob through every word and my heart aches at every seconds of  the dreadful sight .

It took a second to notice the cut on her knuckles . Blood flow from the cut . I touch the cut and she flinches to reel her hand back to herself . She cant do this to herself . Not anymore .

I bite my cheek to stop myself from crying anymore and looked away . What the heck did she do to the room?

Everything's broken , clothes and sheets lie around in a mess and theres pieces of the mirror on the rug . To help myself from breaking down , I started to clean the place up . I grab a brown bag lying around and fills in up with the sheets and set it up on the side of the bed . Picking up all the clothes , I started to fold everything and place it neatly in the closet.

Then I look at the mirror to realise how she got cut . It took me a while to put the informations together since Zarah refuses to talk . Now I know what happened .
I start to pick the pieces and my mind wandered through the thoughts Zarah might have faced  . Poor kid  .

"Ow" I screamed , jolting my hands up to scan my finger . Ah , just what I needed . Blood seeped through the cut and I immediately moved my fingers to my mouth to stop the flow .

But I see something strange  , on one of the mirror pieces . Is that ..  a writing on it ?
I cant seem to recognise the word , Its less than legible . It looks like a scribbling on one of the pieces .

When Zarah came running to me at the sight of the spilled blood , I decided to neglect my sherlock self .

Author's note : guys , I know its a cliff hanger . Everything will be soon revealed . And Thank you again for reading this. Please do vote and comment . Let me know of your thoughts  . :)
PeaceOut !