He is Ruthless.
He is Stone Hearted.
He is Cynical.
He is Phlegmatic.
He is Possessive & Obsessed.
She is Messed up.
She is Pensive.
She is Genius.
She is Stunning.
She has gone to the place from where no one can grab her.
What happens when the...
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In the afternoon, I came out of my room and thought of making coffee for myself. The same time I thought of making a cup of coffee for David. I place both cups in the tray and came out of the kitchen. Not only this I also put some snacks, and nuts along with it.
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When I was about to enter the living room, I saw David rushing to go outside. I asked him where he is going right this time, while asking I was a bit hesitant because usually he does not bother telling me what he is doing and where he is going neither does he like me interfering in his work.
Besides all my fears of not getting a reply for him he replied me putting my all horror go in vain. He told me that he is going for a walk in the woods nearby. Not only this but he also asked me to accompany him if I want so. We took the cups in our hands and made our way towards the woods.
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While walking, I realized how good it feels to be just us in a deserted place like this, walking by the woods, in a dark cold night. I didn't realize when we two began to talk and he started telling me a story. He seemed to be in state of trance.
He asked , "Diana, have you ever witnessed a baby in fear...??? Whose life is spent coping up with a worst anybody can ever witness." I shook my head in response while making a slightest sound making him heard that I said, "NO."
He didn't even bother me replying yet he continued by saying, I know a story let me tell u that. I was all ears, keen and eager to listen whatever he is going to say. He continue, you know what, there lived a child who was the only kid of his parents. They belongs to a rich family. Everything was absolutely good, the way they lives, the way they eat, the way they dress up. Nothing is said to be ordinary in their lives everything was upto the mark.
But you know what, saying this he pause for a bit, he took a deep breath and took a sip from coffee and continue from where he left. He said, the child was not normal. He was caught by the bad world. He was a prey of such a disease that no one has a solution for it. You might call that world a living hell. A world created by none other than his own parents. Yes that bad world was made around him by no mafia, no terrorist not even by the smugglers or stuff yet by his own parents.
It was a totally different thing, that his parents were unaware of whatever they were creating or what's happening because of them. They seemed to grow old with it because it wasn't effecting them rather it all seems to be normal situation for them yet it was making their child a special case.
He was turning into a mess, he was holding such a thing in his mind all the time that he can't speak about with anyone neither does he aware of how to get rid of this damn thing which is creating a volcano in his mind and making him drown in such thoughts. He kept on asking himself the reason for this bad world around him.
You know what that bad world was made of... It wasn't that they are doing something illegal... Neither does it have any sort of link with mafia world nor it belongs to a community of black mailers.... Rather it was a world where two people living side by side can't be at peace. The weapon of this bad world are abusive words, bad language bad behavior towards the people whom we are meant to spent are life with.
Have you ever come across the pain of words. They can kill all your happiness. His parents used bad words towards each other like they are playing a rapid fire game with each other. Those words keep on torturing him like he is being hit by a hammer and once get bruised then hit on then bruise for not letting the bleeding stop.
The world of fury and rage was gulping his innocence. That was turning the little mind of an angel into a wild and ferocious animal. Children are given with natural abilities to learn from their environment by observing things, but the things he was observing was more than enough for turning him into a shit.
It doesn't mean that his parents were illiterate, yet they were simply unaware of the fact how to behave in front of a child. They were unaware of one thing called anger management. Calling names to each other was simply a magical word for them. Living in such a world he becomes one out of them.
Hearing this thing from him made me remember few words I read somewhere, but I just recall them in my mind and didn't dare to say to him." ACHILD whose familyonce got BROKEN is more good than a child whose family stays together but get broken every day and night."
He then pause for a while, took a deep breath again. I let him speak whatever he was saying. While talking we did not realize how far we have come. There was a fire blazing where we have reached. We then sat by the fire and keep on staring at the sky in a cold starry night.
I then asked him, "who was the child.? Where have you met him..? How is he now.?"
As soon as I asked this, his expression turned cold and might be this was the question which pull him back to the reality. His mood suddenly changes and he beomes a rude face man again.
He said in a cold tone, "you are nobody to ask me this, you better get it in your mind."
Saying that he stood up from the stone we were sitting on and went away not bothering my presence behind him. Yet I simply and silently followed his footsteps.
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Here we come with another chapter... Hope that you like this... All I want my story is to have a good end with a moral and a good message so here we are gonna reveal some bitter truths of our society. Need your support in this matter... Stay connected...
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