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Arranged for PM's. I have asked a friend of mine, Naina, to send off pms. You can buddy her @ '_Naina15_'. Since she had already a lot of friends so she unbuddy-d them all. If you were already in her buddy list, send a request again. She'll be removing everyone this evening. š
As for this OS, I'll send pms to those who liked this post. š
~Happy Readin~
WARNING : EXTREMELY SAD. IF YOU DON'T CRY, MERA NAAM BADAL DENA. I REALLY TRIED TO MAKE IT VERY VERY VERY SAD AND DEPRESSING. BUT YOU HAVE MEHBEER IN THIS, SO I AM SURE YOU'LL LOVE TO READ IT. ;)
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What does she want? Why is she approaching me? I shy away. I need Mommy. Where is Mommy? She went away with Dad? Leaving me alone again? Why is this old woman still approaching me? I don't like the way she looks at me. She looks at me as if I am something to eat. She licks her lips. She doesn't have manners, her parents didn't teach her maybe. But neither did mine. The one who taught me manners is my bestie. Meher.
"You! Off him! Off!" I snap my head around, gasping air in relief. Meher holds a stick in her hand, and looks at the old woman fiercely. As if, if she doesn't get away from me now, Meher will swatt her butt with the stick.
"Who are you to yell at me, young lady?" Now the old woman approaches Meher. No! What if she harms her? I look around for all possible things I could hit the woman with. Finally, I find a broken piece of glass. I take it carefully in my hand and look at the woman.
"Aaahhh!" I scream as I approach her. I slash the glass piece against her hand. She writhes in pain and Meher rushes to hug me. I hug her back. She's safe. She's safe. She's safe.
"Abeer." I look at her when she calls out my name. She is looking horrified looking at my hand. I look down, too. Blood oozing out of my hand! The glass cut me too. I am afraid of blood. Blood.. Blood.
"Abeer." I hear her voice again. I look up from the wound on my hand to find her not there. Where is she? Where did she go?
"Abeer." I still hear her voice. She's not here. "Abeer! Abeer! Abeer, please! Wake up, Abeer!"
"Meher." I open my eyes. Nightmare! Nightmare! Just a nightmare! It's all right! It's all right! I look at her. She's not that kid anymore. She's grown up.
"Are you okay?" She breathes, helping me put my head into her lap. She quietly soothes me by combing her fingers into my hair. I always feel protected when I am with her. It's not like if something comes in our way I will hide behind her and let her deal with it. No. I feel protected because she's with me. She's with me and nothing can go wrong. She's my lucky charm. And if she's with me, nothing will happen to her. Nothing will happen to her.
"I am not sure." I am still in shock. I don't want to get up. I don't want to pretend that everything is fine and go to the office, sing a song, and come back home. I am no longer interested in music. As much as music helped me, it was taught by that woman. That inhuman bitch. And as far I am concerned of Meher, whenever I don't go to office, she doesn't go too. She treats me like a fragile, delicate flower. As if I am gonna break if she let's me out of sight for just a minute.
"I am right here. Forget about her, Abeer. Forget about her." She always tries this. Each morning, after every nightmare I have, she lays me down on her lap and keeps her head above mine and says her signature.. 'forget about her'.
"It's not as easy as it seems, Meher. She was.."
"I know what she was, Abeer." She lays a kiss on my forehead. I close my eyes, soothing my senses. I know she's here. She's here.
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