Arhi SS: A Crack in the Mirror Chp 8 Updated - Page 21

Piercing screams caught my attention.

The sound of agony and torment filled the air, merging with the darkness surrounding the home.

I hid behind the closet scared to wits.

Shaking bones and trickles of blood rushing, eating me alive.

Demons of fear, whispering to give up, finish it, myself, my life, and nothing more to live for.

"Please don't, please, please,'' I heard her whisper, pleading him to stop. Tears dropped to the floor and I grasped the blanket, tightly wrapped around me. She was fighting this alone and my cowardly body couldn't help her. Another earth shattering scream was heard and I got up in a startle.

Blood flowed down to my numb feet and I ran downstairs to see the damage. She was on the floor, on her knees, holding a broken vase. Blood trickled down from her wrists to the wooden floor, staining it with her pain forever. My eyes wandered around to find his vicious face and I saw him lying on the couch passed out.

I walked over to her and gently helped her up. The sound of my whispers opened his brown eyes, which I possessed. Hatred poured in to his sight and he staggered towards me. The stench of alcohol hit my face and I held my breath, to prevent myself from throwing up. He caught a hold of my dark hair, and threw me half way across the room. Hard concrete came in contact with my head, and I collapsed to the floor. She screamed, and begging him to leave me alone, but he pushed her fragile body away.

Little by little he proceeded to come closer, his hand out stretched; a broken bottle pointing my way. Another step closer and I knew he would swing at me, but the heavens answered. Amount of alcohol he consumed dropped him to the floor. That night our lifeless bodies stayed still as the night took over.

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Her lifeless body lay on the hospital beds.

Tubes stuck to her veins, liquid flowing to her body.

He held her hand, whispering encouraging words.

"Almost there, hold on ma, hold on."

She smiled at him, tears pouring down her eyes.

She knew it, he knew it, but they held on to the little ounce of hope, they could cherish.

He couldn't let her go.

She was his life, his breath, how could he ever survive?

"You have to do something for me..." Her cracked whisper travelled to his ears.

He squeezed her weak hands, nodding for her to continue.

"We have to face it... I am not going to make it..''

His heart clenched at her words.

"No, NO MA, DON'T."

"Arnav listen to me. Please, I need you to do something for me... "

"What is it ma...?"

"It's about my best friend..."

***

"Did you eat?", she asked me quietly, her eyes focused on the boiling water.

I nodded, sipping my cold milk to wash down the emptiness that was stored inside of me. Another day passing by with fear controlling me. Cracked lips, a bruised body, and I was still moving.

She turned towards me, her eyes still red from the crying.

Her hand held the orange knife, she usually used it to cut the meat.

As our eyes met I knew what was coming.

"When I speak to you why can't you speak?"

I licked my lips dry and looked away from her gaze.

Once again the blind fold will cover her eyes and I will be the punching bag.

"Your father ill treats me, and now you cannot even speak to me?""

She caught me by the shoulders and roughly hoisted me up.

Weakness in my body didn't let me fight and I continued to keep my silence watched her, try to take her anger out on me.

Tip of the orange knife came down on my throat and her brown eyes turned cold.

Slight pain inflicted my neck, but I still kept my mouth shut.

Sooner or later she will snap out of it.

"DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH PAIN I GO THROUGH BECAUSE OF YOU?"

Her grip tightened and she shook me violently, tears streaming down her pale face.

Suddenly her eyes widened and she let go of me.

She backed away from me, whispering apologies, finding it hard to believe she lost it again.

Just another day and we both collapsed to the floor...

***

Arnav leaned in closer trying to capture his mother's breathless words.

"What about your best friend ma? Please tell me. What do you want me to do?"

"Letters... letters Arnav.. many letters... You need to read them... After I go you have to do this for me... It's in the top draw of my cupboard. Read those 2 letters and save her..." She gasped one last breath and darkness faded her soul away.

A tear dropped from his eye straight to her chest.

Arnav kissed his mother's forehead and hugged her tight, screaming out in agony.

Doctors and nurses flooded the room, whisking him away from her.

He watched them cover her with a white blanket, taking her away from him forever.

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"NO, NO PLEASE STOP. AJAY WHAT ARE YOU DOING!"

"I AM GOING TO BURN THIS HOUSE DOWN. GET AWAY FROM ME YOU BITCH!"

Intoxicated with his usual alcohol, he poured kerosene all around the house.

I ran after him, pulling him, pushing him, but his strong fists came down on my face.

Blown away from the impact I crashed to the floor, pleading for god to end my life.

She held on to his feet begging him to stop.

He ignored her and kicked her away.

Her body staggered away to the corner.

Gaining every ounce of my strength I got up, while he lit a match.

Fists clenched, ready to punch, but once again God's mercy was shown.

He dropped to the floor with the match and his alcohol bottle in hand.

A light flame ignited at the corner burning away the pictures of my childhood.

Once again sinking to the floor, I watched the pictures burn.

A portrayal of my reality shown in symbols...

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Linkin Park inspired this chapter for me.. They are one of the reasons I write..

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