Yes,I remember it all..........And suddenly a knock at the door.1st knock I stayed quite ,2nd knock I was quite,3rd knock ...and my spine shivered.....They were trying to break the door.It was the society people.
I realised that if I stayed here any longer then I was to be called the murderer,yet having done nothing.
As I realized that a few more kicks would break the wall into pieces I escaped.
From the back side of her house and I saw the expressions as they saw the murder....
They shouted,screamed, got scared and called the police.
I understood that I can't return home
so I got to the back of my house .
Luckily I always had ladder outside my house near the blank window as my boyfriend use to come to my room sometimes at night.
The situation was horrible,I stole my passport, visa and ran down the same ladder down ,when I was horrified at the sight.....
It was the police heading towards our house .I ran with my heart.
As I escaped within around 2hours I could see my photo everywhere and realised I needed to change my looks to survive.
I knew no parlour would do it....
So I always had a mirror and some emergency knife with me.
So I cut my eyebrows and got on road nobody recognised me.....
( to be continued............so stay tuned)