The ultimate love melody

Parents

P.s: ohhh things are about to get real in the waitrose parking Lott! Ok I'm annoyed at my mum cuz I'm trying to write a story while revising for my chemistry and she wants me to cook for her. Then she get upset when I fail my exams. Sheesh kebab! Ok I'm starting to get writers block cuz I'm not a creative person and I normally don't write for fun, so if you want to mail me suggestions, go ahead. Oh and can you guys vote or comment. For all I know, this could be the worst book you read. Tell me cuz I wanna know.(but be nice) ok let's get 150 reads for another chappie.

Oh my gosh! Si was gay! I guess that makes sense. I mean the whole school hates me for it, it was ludicrous to even think that someone might actually have a thread of sympathy unless, of course they're gay. Typical. I just wish people would stop being so narrow-minded. I thought that we had gone past the time where they burn gays. Talking about narrow minded people, my parents are expecting me home any second. When I arrived home I quietly took of my shoes and greeted my parents.

'Salaam' I said bowing down to my father.

He looked down at me, almost with disgust and simply said

'Aisha, your daughter is here.' While shaking his head and running to the dining table.

This is how it has been for the past few weeks, my father, my OWN father, looking at me as I'm not even human, like I'm some creature. I sat down on the floor quietly and burrowed my head in my lap.My mother arrived in the sitting room, and looked at me with fear in her eyes. It's been difficult for her too. I know she tries her best to be supportive but secretly inside she is asking herself what went wrong or if she is being punished for something she did wrong.

'Hello, my dear' she said as a stubborn tear ran down her cheek. She looked at me sympathetically and began to layout the dining table. She then went to where I was and crouched down towards me.

'Come and eat come curry, you like curry don't you? Or were you lying?'

'I've never been fond of curry, Mum. You know that' I said, not realising the metaphor.

'Do I?!' She screamed and with that she ran out of the room. My dad, who was also sitting at the table patiently waiting for some curry got up and said

'Why Meesha? Why can't you like curry? Why do you have to like tomato sauce? Do you know how much shame you have put on our family?! Your a disgrace to Allah! You hear me?! A disgrace!'

I ran out of the dining room and rushed into my room in which moments later I realised was my dad's room but I didn't care because I was crying so badly. I just wanted the pain to stop, I wanted to release the pain. I knew they was only one way to do it. I walked slowly to my dad's cabinet and took out a small sharp blade. I didn't want to do it but I knew once I started a sense of relief will come upon me. Slowly, ever so slowly I lifted the blade and I placed it on my skin. I closed my eyes and began to silently cry.

'Ok you can do this. One......Two.......'

Suddenly something, almost a force compelled me to open my eyes. I just stood there, frozen. No emotion. No response. Just frozen. I can't keep on living like this. Tearing my family apart. Bringing shame on my family. I can't, I just can't. And my Papaji was right. I'm not just a disgrace to my family, I'm a disgrace to my religion. What would Allah say? I'll probably end up in Jahannam (Hell). I just wish those thoughts would leave me. Those disgusting thoughts that make me likes girls, why can't they leave me.

'You hear me! You, thoughts in my head leave me! You're tearing up my family, destroying their lives. I used to think you were alright but all you cause is pain!'

I was crying so hard I couldn't breathe. I just wanted to feel normal, part of the team but something told me I will never feel like that again. I was about to attempt cut myself again when something caught my attention. There were bottles hidden between my dad's papers work.Lorazepam.Take one daily for no longer than one week. I didn't even think about it. Before you knew it I began gulping down whatever was in these bottles without a care in the world. I started to feel a bit drowsy so I stopped. Suddenly, I felt I soft breeze through my body. The hurting sensation stopped and was replaced with a calm one. I slipped four bottles in my bag and staggered to my room. Finally, I had a sense of relief, a place to escape and I am not letting it go anytime soon.
Soz it was such a depressing chappie. The next chapter won't be so dark.Ok guys let's comment and vote. I'm kind of walking in circles here. Also talk to me, what do you guys want to see. Shout to my cousin Aisha who helped me with all the wordy stuff(she is acc Iranian). You go girl! Finally I'm gonna slow down now, keep you on your heels :)
Share the peace.
Chrissy