CHAPTER 2

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a week past already? i dont think i would've made it so far. can't complain. i was being shifted to a new place and a new school, the place where i live called mumbai kind of was my dream city. don't they say dreams come true here? maybe mine would too and if not then i know what im going to do. i wonder what's going to happen tomorrow in my new school. i don't like school. they literally teach you nothing and when i try explaining this maa always cuts me off saying " zoya beta...thats what you think, everyone has opinions " i hate it when she calls me beta. i remember her calling me beta in front of my relatives and they were shocked ,i guess i wasn't the only one who'd heard that for the first time. maa always wanted a boy. guess who made it to the rahman family . i hate it here. some day im going to tell you all about myself and maybe you would listen. i should sleep its 2:45 am, if i don't i will start overthinking.

i wouldn't say im overjoyed or happy or even excited to go to school. im feeling hungry now this is odd. I'll just grab some snacks and sleep.

*𝚍𝚘𝚣𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏*

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5....its me, its us"
𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚖 𝚒? 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 ,𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚒 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎? 𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝. 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝... 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚒 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍....

𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐,
"𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚗𝚘𝚠... 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎"

*𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚙*

where am i? and why the hell am i bleeding? my wrist is filled with cuts, and i had blade in my right hand. why did i do it again? its fine its fine... breathe.. zoya breathe. just don't scream or shout... no no the walls aren't literally closing in on me... i can't.. i can't... i can't breathe.

i - i dont want die yet....

*𝚖𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍*

zoya..... zoya beta! zoya open the door!!! please open the door zoya.

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