Staring at my reflection in the mirror, something caught my eye. It was a scar under my left eye. The same hand that once caressed me with love, scarred me for life. Why did this happen to me? How could this have happened? But then again -- how could the same God who created us out of infinite love, let us suffer in pain like this? What was the purpose of all this torment?
As I was reliving that nightmare, a voice snapped me out of it -- it was my sister Daria's voice whom I could see through the mirror. But I didn't turn around to face her; instead, she walked over and stood right next to me.
Now we both were looking at the shining glass, only I was looking at her reflection. My sister looked so beautiful, I was too. Or that was once I thought.
With an eye-liner in her hand, she passed a side-long gaze and said, "We are going to Dubai."
Certain things excite you in life, and for me it was travelling around the world and visiting different places, but this time I just stood there, expressionless. Sometimes when people care about you more than they ought to, it irritates you, and although it's their way of showing love, it's a forceful one. My sister and my mother were not like that, they always gave me my space.
Sensing my silence she went on and said, "Stop playing victim! If you continue feeling this way ... you'll not only become the victim to an abusive relationship but also self pity and eventually insanity."
It hit me hard, I didn't expect that. Just like that, she put the eye-liner back on the dressing table and left the room, leaving me alone in sheer disbelief.
Blinking back tears, I moved over and sat on the edge of my bed. It was then I realised Daria wasn't wrong after all.
Since the day I left Danial's house that I once thought was ours, I had been asking myself one question. A question that turned my world upside down: what had I done? Honestly I never got the answer, rather I faced the repercussions. Honestly, it wouldn't have mattered even if I got all the answers, nothing would've changed.
He accused me with all the shameful things a man could possibly accuse a woman with but I wasn't that kind of a woman.
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