She Was Murdered

⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: Mention of rape, suicide, and torture. Don't read further if you can't handle it. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.⚠️

She used to be bubbly, lively and loved by many.

Her long, shiny, jet-black hair was envied by girls. Her heart-shaped pretty face was adored by boys.

That's when she was still a child. Now, that she's about to leave her teenage years, she changed dramatically.

Gone the gleam in her eyes—her contagious smiles. Gone the girl who used to be a ball of sunshine. Hollow crept in her chest. She felt nothing. She felt numb. She felt tired.

She was naturally smart, kind, and brave. She was almost perfect. Almost . . . until they tarnished her innocence.

She could still recall vividly her awful nightmare. How she cried and plead helplessly. How she was tainted by her own cousins. Tortured and raped. She never thought that the ones she treated as a family will do such hideous things to her.

Demons will always disguise themselves to fool you.

No one noticed her misery. No one knew she had gone through hell. No one cared about her feelings. The friends she thought will always be by her side, vanished through the thin air. Her boyfriend cheated on her with her best friend. Played her feelings and stomped her heart like a nasty rug.

Her parents will only see her when she does wrong. Acknowledge her as their daughter in front of their family friends to boast her achievements. But in reality, at the back of their fake laughs and smiles, they never cared for her.

She was always compared to her sister. Noticing how different they were. How they said that her older sister was better than her. In terms of beauty, body, and brains, her sister will always be on top of her. They were never contented with what she is.

She never felt genuine love from her family.

Her tears wanted to cascade down to her cheeks, but with what she'd been through—she just felt lifeless and drained because of her misfortune.

She badly wanted to escape from the cruel world. And to do that, she reached out for the white plastic bottle hidden inside her drawer for a long time.

"This is the right time," she thought.

Swallowing a myriad of unknown pills, a tear finally escaped in her eyes. At last, she felt something. She felt sad and hopeless. Pity for herself.

Minutes after swallowing the pills, her body crumbled on the crimson, red carpet. She started convulsing as bubbles surface out of her mouth. Her tears were flowing like there's no tomorrow.

In her last seconds, she tried to convince herself with the thought of . . . "I didn't murder myself; I was murdered by society."

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be strong enough to fight the demons inside your head. don't let them rule over you.