The Broken Wings

As usual , my world was a straight line - from the school gates to my front door and back again . Nothing really excites me anymore, I told myself . Really nothing . I carry my school bag and again take the route to my school . Walking to the school , I was a little late that day due to my unstable emotions which were very overwhelming .

Suddenly the guard uncle was closing the school gate so I rushed inside quickly. Uncle was constantly shouting and scolding me for being late . Uncle screamed “The class has already started, stay outside until next class “ “ well fine uncle “ I brushed it off with an unwilling forced smile . “ Fine, I will stay in the garden then “ I replied . “ Very fine, don't roam much," he said with a glare . I nodded .

I simply sat in the garden , I don’t know why but I was enjoying that so much that I skipped class with an ease I smirked . I heard a cat's voice nearby meow meow meow …

I followed the cat’s sound . Nearby the bushes I find a diary . The out cover was a soft leather cover, worn at the edges, tinted in faded grey. I simply pick that diary without thinking much . The cat was pruning . It was a beautiful black cat with white spots. Its eye was glimmering and shining like a jewel . I had never seen such a beautiful cat in my whole life. I was dazzled by its beauty . I was moving near to the cat but it suddenly began to run and left my sight before I could even catch its another glimpse .

I was left all alone with a mysterious diary of someone . I was bothered by the thought of whether I should read it or not . I think millions of times, I was left feeling conflicted between the consent of the writer to permit me to read it and my increasing curiosity . I shut my brain and went to class . The whole day was foggy inside. I keep the diary under the drawer of my desk . Curiosity was killing me , I almost didn't listen to any of my lectures .

After my classes were over I rushed home really quickly , I never ever felt that much happy to reach my home . I throw my bag at one corner and without wasting much time I take the diary out of my bag .

I am sorry, but I need to read this . I slowly open the diary .

2020-1-1,

Wednesday

Dear Diary ,

Nothing new was going on. Today was really good . I just didn’t show in front of him today . Today , he was so drunk and angry . If he even had a glance at me he would have broken my bones today . His violence and abuse is increasing day by day . Little did I know maybe I was the actual problem . maybe I am really a curse that he should have burden with , maybe I am the one who truly deserves all the hatred and blame , maybe I .. I am the one who is the trouble and lingering burden to his shoulder .

I really wish mom had a liking for me . If she ever held me dear then she would have taken me with her . At least my life will be a little easy , a little bearable . I still remember when I was seven , how they separated their ways and decided to divorce . Mom didn’t like me and dad didn’t want me . I was a total burden and a dark past of their failed marriage . How dad was forced to take me in and how he beat me until I was covered in all bruises and blood . Sometimes , in winter my old scars hurt a lot . I wish I had someone whom I can open up all my problems and trouble .

My eyes start to well up from the tears reading a single page . I had no courage to go further . A lot of things were wandering in my mind . With a heavy heart and full of questions I went to bed and closed my eyes .

I saw a familiar cat in my dream. The cat I saw in a dream and a little boy covered in bruises. My dream was unclear. I didn't recognize the face of that boy . He was pleading , crying and begging for help. I curled up to him and embraced him to soothe him .

With a heavy heart I hold him tight . Until I hear a loud bang on the door. I wake up with a sore body , long and muscular hands and legs . I saw my big , veiny hands and I screamed in a deep voice ,” what happened to me ? “ I held my neck, my voice.. I was confused and scared . The Room was crappy , dark and small , broken furniture. A big bang was on the door constantly .. Daniel … Daniel ..I open the door. A scary looking middleman screamed, “ Daniel you punk , What were you doing ? “ I was unable to utter a single word . My body was trembling and my heart was aching at the sight of that man .

I was so shocked and ran to look in the mirror , “ tall , dark hair , dark eyes, a handsome man covered with scars and bruises “ . I screamed again , “ who is this? “

To be continued .....

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