A Rusty Girl

Chapter 5

Treachery facts and deception was the two main things I grew up with. I didn't know where my life is leading me towards. I assumed senses as an orphaned and been harrassed so many times. I used to sit alone in the middle of night thinking about our lives when the kids of my age were getting carefree drowse. For many times I wished to enjoy the life as my fellows were doing but I could not forget that I am "A Rusty Girl"
She was ceaselessly speaking and trying to illustrate the cryptic mystry of her creepy life to me.

It was excruciating to descry her like this. I could never accept that a girl of grade 8th can be this much mature.

Indeed God Says I will try you with every relation and then Ask you "Who is yours Except Me"

The echo of her painful whine wraped me up.
She was continuously dripping the tear and sobbing which was aching badly to her heart and I was slumping to calm her down. A more as I saw her crying her heart out I felt like I am swishing in the water spout of her sorry eyes.
She was going through those terrifying realities from where her own parents could not even bring her out because to some points they theirselves were the reason of her demolition.

Only I could imagine how much petrified she was. She was not wrong.
A child who has been told that your father is died and now you have to be tractable of the person who tied a knot with your mother and not loyal with her a little bit. She learned to live without her father.
And when one day she come to know that her father is alive and now she have to leave her mother and move towards her father. A painful voice startled me and I shiver out.
She said;
Qudsia why we can't live together. Half of my life passed by missing my father and now I am forced by circumstances to miss my mother. I want my parents together but their ego is tearing me apart.
A thirteen years girl was shouting loudly
I am Tired
I am Tired ... !

I failed to convince that one day everything will be alright deep down knowing that nothing is going to be alright.

From cruising the floods of her assessments to the creepy collaboration on the present adjacent, she hoaxly amused herself.

She spilled her head on my lap then I realized she fainted murmring the words
I want my parents live together.

I still miss those days .
that, hours of chatting .
fighting over little things.
late night talks .
sharing secrets .
weird dreams .
“being possessive” attitudes .
waiting for your texts .
watching your pictures and texts over and over .
smiling for no reason .
trusting you blindly .
your hugs and kisses .
your innocent wishes .

I whispered!
I lost you my angel,
I will bring you back.