3:00 am
She reached home,living her nightmare.There is dirt, all over her body. Patches of mud on her face, making her look prettier than ever. Pretty in a devious way. Blood dripping from her hair. Drop by drop.Eyes? Teary.Her clothes are messy and they are half torn.
She enters her home, only to see eternal darkness, waiting for her. And only her. And she, try to hide what she has done, she tries to run away from toxic. And above all, she tries to forget. But. She can't.
She doesn't have the courage, and its not one of those things which can be forgotten.
She should have sensed the danger when maa said don't stay out all night. She should have sensed when a man started following her through her way.
But she didn't.
That's the gravest mistake.
There was a man behind her.
He was following her, and she didn't sense any danger until he grabbed her by her neck.
He placed a gun on her head.
"This is a game. You move, you die. You speak ,I die."
He whispered into her ears so soft but it could tear her apart.
She was terrified.
Terrified to an extent when her tears started rolling down her face.
She couldn't see his face.
But the sound was familiar and she couldn't turn as she could die.
She wanted to escape his filthy grip.
"What do you want?"
She said.
"Nothing. Just play this game."
"I don't understand playing game at 12 am." She whispered back.
"But I do." And Then he gripped the gun as if trying to press the trigger.
Before that, she kicked him took the gun and pressed the trigger.
Silence.
She saw his face.
And blood was dripping.
She was crying out loud now.
Because the boy she killed was her classmate who had a disorder.
She fell on her knees in the pool of blood.
She couldn't help but run.
Run into her home.
She thought no one would know as she had been cleaning blood stains for years.
She thought no one would know as she had destroyed the gun.
She had mastered the art of surving with this mistake, since then.
~Athira
CLASS:XI ASTER.
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