She woke up in the middle of night….. Some familiar whispers , sighs and screams couldn’t let her sleep.
She was tired of the intense pain exploding her heart out. She could feel it flowing through her blood like fragments of glass with sharp edges.
Glass…. In the form of mirror has the ability to show outer beauty but it can kill when broken, Like a heart……
Same in their characteristics yet so different . One is living and other is non-living. Both cause death.
She stood beside the mirror. The fine glass was shining and its lustrous shine was making her vision dim.
She looked at her reflection….her face was beautiful. But she never use to get impressed of the outer beauty. She knew looks are decisive.
She had this weird art….. a capability of knowing the real ‘inside’ of a person by judging him from outside. She was tired of this ability.
It never let her make real true friends with anyone. It never let her believe in ‘noodle-talks’ of people. It never let her trust in what people pretend. She was tired of knowing ‘everything’ about people……..
Those whispers were getting louder….. They were triggering her nerves and it was painful.
Those loud screeches and howls…….The dark night….. The voices……. She put both her hands on her ears but the sounds didn’t stop.
She could feel her nerves bursting out of her body. There were shadows of people all around her. Black shadows…..in the dark.
Suddenly a small drop of blood came out of her left eye and started dripping out on her neck through her cheek.
She was scared….Her eyes were wide open . She touched the blood drop slightly to see as if it is real or an illusion. Her fingers got colored.
A second after this, a blood drop came out of her other eye followed by many blood drops from both eyes.
She started screaming…. Out loud. Her eyes were bleeding and she couldn’t do anything else but screaming and shouting for help.
No one came. Because they were people. People never come. They are selfish.
She fell on the floor holding her face in her hands. Her beautiful face was all covered in blood. The whispers got louder and clearer. She could hear them now clearly. She could see her soul exiting through her eyes.
In the morning……
People came….. they found a girl laying on the floor with no eyes on her face . There were empty holes covered with clotted blood. She looked terrible. There was a pool of blood all around her body and she was laying in it. Her body was empty . As it used to be when she was alive. The only difference was , it had no blood.
She died because secrets were revealed to her. She got cursed.
She got cursed by the jealousy of people. She got cursed by the hatred of people. She got cursed by the arrogance, rudeness and dishonesty of people. She got cursed by the black hearts of people. She got cursed by ‘People’ and she died…….A scary death.
People never changed. Life went on. And a girl like her use to die everyday till now…..
“Tu Jaan le Bandaya Auqaat teri
Tu mitti vich mil jaana hai”
“Man, you should know your value. You have to die and be mud. “