"Stop talking. Stop resisting."
"Okay."
"May I kiss you? I want to kiss you."
"Do you really need to do it?"
"Yes I do. I need it. Badly."
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"Felicidade" means "Happiness"...
An Indian girl with impossible dreams of meeting the love of her l...
{ Warning: Sensitive words like rape and murder has been mentioned in this chapter. Please avoid if you're not ok with it. I will update a chapter later to cover this one. }
*****Atzy's POV*****
"Mommmyyyyy! Save me!!! It hurts. Mommmyyyyy...I want to go home... mommmyyyyy..."
The little girl was continuing to cry in pain while the man was tearing her clothes with a knife. The knife was bruising through her soft skin while leaving cuts. He was pinning down her small hands on the top of her head on the cardboard table.
The girl tried to lift her leg to kick the man in his genitals. It was the most effective self defense that she had learnt in her school. Her small legs couldn't reach the torso of the man. She missed. The man slapped her hard instead.
She was yelling in pain. The man made her naked and clasped her throat with one hand while trying to open his zipper with other hand.
She couldn't breathe. Her eyesight was becoming dark. She was grasping for light and air.
"Mommmyyyyy.. mommmmmyy... save me... I don't want to die..." she was screaming internally.
The man thrusted himself inside her.
"Moooooommmmmmyyyy!!!!!"
I jolt up from my sleep while grasping for air.
"Mom..mom...save me...mom... I can't breathe..." I try to grab the bed sheet while panting heavily. Hot tears roll down from my eyes.
The faint light coming through the window, the smell of onions from the kitchen, the lavender air freshener in my room...it took me a long time to realize that I was dreaming.
I have been dreaming this particular dream since a long time. A time that I can't even remember. I can't distinguish the girl from my dream and myself sometimes. I have forced myself to not to remember that. But my subconscious always mistakes her with me.
I keep placing myself at her place and suffer. Because I couldn't do anything to save her. I'm the guilty one.
I keep sitting for a long time while grabbing my hair with my hands and my face buried within my knees.
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"Falling,slipping down the rabbit hole It's so beautiful Nothing can go wrong If I'm tripping, tell me what I'm on I love it, I need it We're on a boulevard made of broken hearts But that doesn't scare me now I feel so alive, when our bodies collide Won't let anything slow me down."
I wake up from my trance while Mikaela Coco starts singing loudly about self confidence. Fuck self confidence!! Who can even function properly after this kind of a dream?
