Let's Fall In Love Once Again (#MissionDesi)

THE MEMORIES

Kriti's POV:

~~~~Dream Sequence~~~~~

"Daddy, please no!" I cried as I covered my mother's body with my 9-year-old petite figure. I felt a sharp pain hit on my back as his leather belt slapped my skin.

"NO!" My mother screamed as she shielded my body with hers. My father who realized that I had come in between, stopped for a moment. He was angry. It wasn't long before I felt his harsh hands grab onto me and yanking me out of my mother's grip. "KRITI!"

"Agar dubra beech mei aaye toh mei tujhe chorunga nahi!" He screamed into my face before throwing me away to the side. I cried as I hit the floor hard. I looked over to my father who had started to hit my mother again.

"Daddy, please leave mummy alone!" I cried as I ran in between them again. This time when I was yanked out of her grip again, my father didn't stop to stable me, instead he easily and quite forcibly threw me into a table nearby. I ended up hitting my head.

"KRITIKA!" Those were the last words I heard before I blacked out.

~~~~~~ Dream Sequence End~~~~~~~

"MOM!" I screamed as I suddenly woke up from my nightmare. I rapidly looked around myself for my mother but soon stopped and realized that it was a dream. A nightmare.

My eyes pooled with tears as I remembered the dream. It was a memory from my past. A very cruel memory. I looked at the clock beside my bed.

3:02am

Same time as before. That's the 4th time this week I have woken up covered in cold sweat. I knew that my memories would always come back to haunt me but every time I see them; I feel a part of my heart break away. Every moment that happens in those nightmares is as bad as the original memory. What's worse is that there is no 'Turn OFF' button to all this. I have to endure it every single day of my life.

Realizing that I won't be able to fall back to sleep again, at least not after that horrible visit down the memory lane, I spent the next few hours roaming around my large room, doing unusual chores here and there while carefully avoiding the large red covered basket that had arrived a day ago. It contained something very special but yet something so depressing that I just didn't want to look at.

Waking up and being awake for a long time during the night has become a usual habit for me. It's been years since I have gotten a good night sleep that isn't full of nightmares. I would always wake up either screaming or drenched in cold sweat. Most of the time I avoided sleeping but sometimes when I really needed to close my eyes, I have no choice but to do it. My dark circles and tiredness had become a second skin to me.

I was just picking up my dirty clothes from the floor is when I noticed my mother's photo frame. It had somehow fallen down from a stack of books I had placed on earlier. Probably by the roaring wind outside, coming from the large window beside the desk. I felt my eyes prick as I remembered her smile, her caring and loving nature. I slowly picked up the frame and ran my fingers over it, remembering every moment with her.

The way she used to love me.

The way she used to protect me from my father's wrath.

And most of all, the lullaby she always sang for me whenever I wanted to sleep. I still remember the song. It was the only thing that gave me a peaceful sleep. (The song is up in the media section ^^^^^)

By the time I was done crying my heart out, it was nearly seven and time for everyone to wake up. So without any further ado, I wiped my tears and got ready in a long beautiful light pink dress.