The Fine Line

Chapter 7

Diya's Pov
When I look up , I see Zarah running over to me . I glare at her for a moment out of my anger to witness what she is doing to herself. Her regretful blue eyes stare back at me with guilt for a second but quickly recovers. She comes over and takes a good look at my bloody fingers and sighs.

"what are doing Diya?, you always keep coming back to pick up the broken pieces of the mess I create , the mess that I myself am !! Stop doing that savior shit ! Aren't you fucking tired? Look around you Diya, everyone left me. Why don't you too?  Why dont you just give up on me like everyone else does? Like she.... " Zarah literally screams from the top of her lungs right at my face and lowers her voice as she trails off right at the mention of Saira. She still holds her aback. I cant let that happen again , I remind myself .

All of my anger subtles looking at her vulnerable face as she fix her eyes to the evil corner of the room is changing in her eyes. I suddenly know that she's wanting more of that bloody shit that shes taking ! I can see herself fighting to subside her urge, taking two steps at a time to reach over to the devilish corner. Her small hands turning into tighty gripped fists . Her eyes screws shut .

I slowly walk towards her and I am on my knees , stumbling and trying to keep my balance  over the chair when she screams out loud.
"Aaaaaaaaaaghhhh" she screams.
"Nooooo!!!! Please.. I cant..!! I cant take it no more!!! Please !" It takes me a moment to keep my shit together without breaking down seeing  Zarah this fragile.

She's pacing back and forth like some angry mad woman but her eyes still holds her innocence. I am on my feet within seconds and run to her and hold her as tight as I possibly can . I am too weak to control her but the adrenaline gives me the strength I need . She tries to pull away from my grip . She wiggles herself inside my arms.
"Enough!!!" I scream back.

Images of me holding back Saira flashes through my sight. History repeats itself just in front of my eyes. But it was fate that was swallowed Saira's precious life but Zarah is consuming her own fate up .

"Saira , Enough ! Enough I say!!"  Reality strikes right at my face just as her name comes out. I feel the tension between us thickening as her body slowly gives in to my hold.

" Zarah .. " barely whispering with what seems like disgust flashing in her voice .

" What ?"

"I'm Zarah, not Saira!"

The devil in her  gone with a fraction of a second. She turns, her eyes searching my face to meet mine.

"Its always her, everything's always about her , Isn't it? Nobody fucking remembers me. As if I have ceased to exist.  Its been four years and still everyone's engulfed with her. You too. You was too busy in her that you forgot me too . Right Diya? " her lips trembling as she finishes her question. And I stand dumbstruck at her calm face. Unable to speak.

"Yeah , Ofcourse you did. You fucking left when I needed you the most. You selfish bitch, you left me right here ! Right here in this hell of a room" She waves her hand around answering her own question. Realisation hit me as I zone out remembering the fact that I left her in that cursed corner of Saira's room sobbing , two years ago .

Author's Note : Guys , sorry for the bad language and cursing . It just felt apt to Zarah's character  . Thank you again for reading :) 
God bless the human race  !!! B)
PeaceOut !