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Sophie had already been tottering over the edge of sanity when she received the news. She was waiting for an ultimatum, now for a long time.
The term in prison had been hard, but not unbearable.
She had already been regretting her decision to kill her brother when she met Mr. Halls, the prison counsellor. He had advised her to do something that would keep her distracted.
She though, was the last person who would bow to establishment. So, she wrote. She began encasing her life inside a leather-bound diary that she had nicked from Mr. Halls' drawer when he wasn't looking.
She wrote everything she could remember of her seventeen year old life. The peach tree under which she often lay with Roger, her poodle came first. Then Robert, her brother...how he had loved her. Her mad urge to throw the little thing down the cliff whenever he wanted a cuddle...her joy when he topped his class.
And, her headaches.
She never understood why she was always so conflicted.
How Mum had always suspected, but refused to accept that Sophie was too troubled to be safe...she rubbished it all to adolescence.
A particularly scribbled page took her to the day she first tried to hurt herself. Robert had saved her that day...he understood, and he tried. Oh how she loved him then!
But poor Robert! He tried to be kind, sympathetic!
That's when she lost her grip. Of course she regretted, but mostly she didn't. She was always too confused with the intricacies of societal life.
Anyhow, that day, the female guard she had always so what liked, came up to her to take an autograph on the book that had been published and the order of her execution.
The term in prison had been hard, but not unbearable.
She had already been regretting her decision to kill her brother when she met Mr. Halls, the prison counsellor. He had advised her to do something that would keep her distracted.
She though, was the last person who would bow to establishment. So, she wrote. She began encasing her life inside a leather-bound diary that she had nicked from Mr. Halls' drawer when he wasn't looking.
She wrote everything she could remember of her seventeen year old life. The peach tree under which she often lay with Roger, her poodle came first. Then Robert, her brother...how he had loved her. Her mad urge to throw the little thing down the cliff whenever he wanted a cuddle...her joy when he topped his class.
And, her headaches.
She never understood why she was always so conflicted.
How Mum had always suspected, but refused to accept that Sophie was too troubled to be safe...she rubbished it all to adolescence.
A particularly scribbled page took her to the day she first tried to hurt herself. Robert had saved her that day...he understood, and he tried. Oh how she loved him then!
But poor Robert! He tried to be kind, sympathetic!
That's when she lost her grip. Of course she regretted, but mostly she didn't. She was always too confused with the intricacies of societal life.
Anyhow, that day, the female guard she had always so what liked, came up to her to take an autograph on the book that had been published and the order of her execution.
Note: I did intend it to have an open ending. There's no continuation to this. :)
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Kumkum Bhagya
Pyaar Kii Ye Ek Kahaani
Kabhi Neem Neem Kabhi Shahad Shahad
