It was a damp evening.She came home from school.Her mother asked,Why she was late.She said nothing.She closed the door and began to make cuts in her hand with a blade.Making wounds give her some relaxation.She did the same thing when her parents make disputes and at every disturbed situations.It was an escape from reality.
Making wounds became her habit.It was the only thing make her mind burden less. She was happy to have wounded herself,to hide these wounds she always wear clothes that cover the hands fully.She didn't let the wound to heal.Always make deeper and deeper cuts.she doesn't inflict fatal injuries herself.For her,body should experience the same pain as the mind have.Then only she can able to balance her emotions.One day one of her classmates saw these wounds in her hands.She told some lies.But they detect her habit of making wounds.Instead of giving mental strength & awareness, they bullied her,laughed at her.They didn't told this to her parents or teacher.But humiliated her .It was a damp evening.
She came home from school with a mind full of burden and she didn't reply to her mother's questions,simply closed the door and make a huge wound than the previous ones.She slept between the red flowers like a Barbie doll,the world of wounds said good bye to her!!!







© Kalyani