Meher's Point Of View
Nazil was killed.
My big brother was killed.
His corpse was just handed to my family like he was some unwanted delievery.
He was sent back dead from that very institution he worked so hard for.
"Meher! Where are you going?" My elder sister asked me. Her hair was messed up, eyes red from all the cries she did since that deadboby of my very own brother reached the door.
Atleast she was better than my parents. Mother was still unconscious. Whenever she regains consciousness, she starts mumbling heartbreaking words.
What is more painful than loosing a son to the beast without any reason?
What is more painful to a mother when she sees her son laying lifeless to thd ground decorated with thousand scars?
I cannot stand anymore.
"I am going to the police station, mariya." I spoke trying to not sound so weak but i almost failed.
"You'll get no benefit from them, meher. This world is too cruel to do justice for us, meher." She began crying again.
"Shut up, mariya!" I shouted and proceeded to leave the home to the policesation. "I will never let them breathe. I will see the end of it!"
With that i opened the door and left the house.
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Non-Fiction"When you live in a country where 'justice' is not the word for the commoners and 'they' who has everything, power or money, can snatch anything from you. From your freedom to talk to breath in this world." Chapters are short and daily updated.
