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This hurt.

It really does.

'What should I do?'

'Cry?'

No, nothing will help.

This pain,

It suffocates me.

My heart is shattered into pieces.

My arms are covered with bruises.

And every time I look at them it reminds me of one thing.

My Mom.

Her hate towards me.

The only person I have.

The only person I love.

Yeah, I love her. I love her despite all of these.

She is the person who gave me birth, my mom after all.

And here I’m crying again.

This is not the first time. I’ve been suffering from this since my dad left me.

But it hurts like as this is the first time, I’m experiencing this.

"What happened?”

He spoke behind me. The boy who saved me.

“This hurt. This hurt so much”

I whispered audible enough for him to hear me.

Still crying.

I’m embarrassed. Embarrassed to show my weak side.

But I couldn’t help.

He spoke nothing.

Instead he stood beside me and stared at the roads, vehicle and people beneath us.

He listened.

To me.

To my silent cries.

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