~Living In Hell~ A Taani FF (Part 1- Page 9) - Page 6

Omg, The teaser itself is so dark. Gosh, can't wait more!

ummm welll...the teaser was literally dark...

Hey People we are here with Part one. Hope you like it.😳

Part 1

I am 19 now. In college, studying medical. Or, I can say being forced to study medical. I may seem to look like a happy go lucky girl with a beautiful life but the reality of my life, my pains and my sadness lie deep inside me. It all started when I was around 7. That was a dreadful day. From then, my life took this huge turn. I changed. Everything around me changed. I started looking at everything in a different sense. I actually, at times, made no sense. Everything around me was filled with negativity, or at least I felt so. Being a sensitive by nature, I was affected by the little things in life. For instance, once, when I was around 6 or 7, someone (I suppose it was my aunt) asked me what my favourite vegetable was and I answered bitter gourd! My aunt was taken aback by my answer. She asked me why did I like it? And I said, "No one likes it. Everyone hates it. Even it would feel bad. So, if I like it, it won't feel that bad, no?". Yeah, right! I was an idiot. But I was just 6 back then. I was this terrible emotional kid. And I hate it. I completely hate it. But at the same time, I can't help it, too. Sigh. My life is just so complicated. So damn complicated.

So, the question might be, "What happened when you were 7, Taani?" Right? So here goes..

It was the day after my birthday. It was 9 in the night and my usual time to go to bed. But I didn't feel sleepy yet. I asked my mom if I could watch the TV for a while and then sleep, but she refused. As I was a pampered a lot by my father, I was stubborn. I wanted to watch the TV and that meant that I will watch it at any cost.

"No, mom. I want to see it. I really want to. And I will." I argued.

"No, Taani. You won't.. Go to sleep otherwise you won't be able to get up tomorrow for school.." I could sense that she was losing patience. But I didn't stop.. I argued again.

"I will. I will. I will.." I sat on the couch in front of the TV when I got pulled by my arms and felt something, rather someone hit on my face. It was my mom. For the first time in those 7 years of my life, she raised her hand at me. I looked at her with tears in my eyes. Her image seemed to blur. I ran towards my room and closed the door shut. I cried and cried and cried lying on the bed. Soon, after about half an hour of crying drastically, I went towards the mirror. I saw the red imprints of five fingers on my right cheek. I touched it gently with my right hand but it still hurt. I opened the door of my room a bit and peeped out to see if my mom was still there. And I saw her sitting on the dining table with her head buried in her hands. I did not get it then why she was sitting like that. Maybe I get it now. Maybe I understand now.

I closed the door and sat there, resting my back on the door itself, waiting for the clock to strike 10 when my dad would be home. I was dumb then. I felt that my dad was my world. You know, "The Best Dad In The World" kind of a thing. Rubbish. All of that was rubbish. I just feel sick when I remember how wonderful I used to feel around him. Protected and safe. But after a few more years.. Even that myth of mine was broken. Until then, I always hated my mother. I felt as if she came to me just to shout at me and to take out all her frustration on me.

So, that day when my dad came back. I narrated the entire scene to him and he, no to my surprise, was calmed. He was this man who would be calm during the hardest of times. He would analyse the whole situation and then take any decision. He made me sleep and in no time, I was fast asleep. Unknown to the happening that took place when I was sleeping. Unknown to how my "great" father treated my mother. Unknown to the most true fact of my life. Sigh. I wish he wasn't my dad. If he wouldn't have been my dad, my life would have been so much better, so much more beautiful.

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Hope you liked it. 😳 Yes guys, It is going to be like this. Painful. Fun sometimes but mostly painful.

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nice n really emotional update...

amazing concept yaar or should say unique a ff based on only on one persons lyf hmmm seriously interesting eager to read d first part n i m lucky enough 4 dis tym i guess i dont have to wait 4 it hehe so nw heading to d first part

wow yaaar it was beautifully written it potrayed all hr feelings vry beutifully eagerly waiting to read more of it soo plzzz update d nxt prt asap eagerly waiting 4 it

omg this update killed me. Taani's life is so bad. Its so emotional. I love it. Update soon

Wow...that was amazing guys...seriously something different...interesting how you portrayed her past...I loved it update soon