Blank Fate

She opened her eyes to the darkness, darkness and gloom much intense than behind her eyes. Painfully she lifted her gaze, staring at the emptiness on her mother’s face. She knew then, she had lost everyone whom she was once proud to call hers.

They loved her? Indeed they did once but not now, not anymore when the pureness of her body was snatched away from her. Could they not feel that her pain was worse than what they felt? They could never suffer more misery than she did.

She looked at her father; he dared not look at her, his eyes cold and barren. Why didn’t he say everything will be alright, why not, like every time she used to get hurt? He used to stay up all night and sit beside her bed when she had fever. Why did everything change so drastically now that she needed him the most?

She turned and fixed her eyes on her brother, the same brother who taught her to ride bicycle when they were young, the same brother who cared for her so dearly that he would shield her from all pain and now why did he look away the moment their eyes met? His eyes red with tears, anger or perhaps shame.

She closed her eyes again, locking them and her pain away behind the sour shutters, trying to find solace in the darkness within her tortured being. Just within moments she became detrimental, objectionable, so unwanted? Even for those whom loved her? Where was she to turn to? She did not ask to be raped, to feel her inviolability snatched away from her, to feel pain till the moment her abject body had nothing left to offer. Two days of hell and being ended up with those whom she thought would comfort her. She did not understand what was more painful, going through rape or the bitter and cold behaviour of her family.

Was that the fate of every girl who went through the same torture? Shudders passed through her when she thought of how many souls were tarnished in the same way. And how many of them were slaughtered because their brothers could not stand the sight of them, saying it was their fault? How could it be their fault? Who would want her body to be violated like that? The only thought that came in her mind was that perhaps they were weaker than the girls that were raped, they could not face the society and stand up and defend the truth, the easier way was either to keep quite and turn to some place where no one could say anything to them or finish off the life of that miserable carcass and then be called respectable because they ended a tainted life.

She opened her eyes again and hoped against all the odds that may be she will hear a word of comfort, but all that she breathed in was silence and the strange chill in the summertime.

Once again, she closed her eyes and awaited her fate.