Once a upon a time, in a far far land away, lived a girl who was nurtured like one of its kind. So full of her life, aspirations, hopes, dedication and all good spirits to live life. She was the most loved one at home and the most hated one at school. She wondered what lead to the hate, where ever she travelled, where ever life lead her to, she was all by her own self. She could never form a friend because of all the hate. She was pretty and wealthy and talented but that was just not enough to please people around her. If that was not enough, she was bullied. It was like “The Cinderella” happening everywhere she went. She tried everything. Every. Thing. But still couldn’t figure out the reason!
Why was the entire world so jealous of her ? Why was she not able to cope with the requirements of the society ? Not one day she could stop sobbing about it. At nights she used to pray to God to help her make one friend at least. She used to, in a tiny little pink box which she also referred to as the dream box with all the glitters, wrote a wish on a paper and stored it in there. Every day there was just one wish she used to make, but it never came by!
Years passed by, but her prayers were left unanswered.
THE CHILDHOOD OF DUCK TALES WAS NOW CONVERTED TO DRUG TALES.
Every day was a new form of depression which was not portrayed enough. Every where she went, she saw people laughing together, crying together , having meals together and in such a huge space she just felt alone. The only one to not able to share all that she wanted to with anyone.
It was like a room full of lights and celebrations and all the merry but only she was covered in the dark, in the dirt. No one could see her.
Like she was untouchable.
Like she was the most unwanted one.
The only people she gained any attention from were guys/men who wanted her body. Who drugged her with the lust every moment. The eyes that saw her were full of that of an animal when they see its prey. That attention was not her style but the feeling of not being wanted by anyone lead her to such creatures.
Yet again, every night she used to pray to God that she is not like this at all. “Just give me a set of friends and i will leave all this. I’m becoming something that i am not.” Please just a few friends, i promise!
These prayers were like a drug she was addicted to, she never stopped trying , nor did she ever achieve it !
QUESTION : Why was it that she could never give up on the deal that she could never form any friends ? Why was it so hard for her ?? This infectious drug was reaching every part of her body but still, she wanted more of it. Why ???
“I AM NOT WORTH IT! I WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO FIND ONE!! I AM JUST GOOD FOR NOTHING!!! THE PROBLEM IS IN ME!!!!”
The drug used to aggravate her pain in the form of these lines sometimes.
EVEN SITTING IN FRONT OF THE MIRROR COULD NEVER HELP HER. SHE FELT EQUALLY ALONE IN FRONT OF IT.
HER OWN COMPANY WAS NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR HER.
Imagine not having a single person who can be termed as your friend in this spacious world full of people in the smallest of the spaces.
Hopes were turned down, aspirations stood no meaning.
Sadly it exited the second it made an appearance because she was not ready for anything now. The negative thoughts of not having some one to count on had disappeared.
Deep inside her, she knew all the definitions of love, every rule of it in the perfect manner, everything just so accurate on how love would work because probably she never got a chance to show it to the world all this time but she was so scared to give it a chance that she never respected any guys love. She became a hard hearted person who was now only getting attention from a temporary squad of guys! They came and they left but she did not feel a thing now.
This continued for another couple of years. She was now a victim of the devil she never wanted to be. She became so heartless, so restless, but lazy enough to make this her lifestyle.
Tired of the pain, the prayers still continued, the tears started exploding even more now, the pain increased, growing up was making it only tougher to not have any friends.
Then a category of boys came in who claimed to be her friends but always had an angle of exploiting her, Just having her!
She went crazy over it. She actually thought that they wanted to be her friends, so fragile on her toes, she did this mistake of judging them wrong not once, not twice, not thrice but a dozen times, maybe more than that!
The world started knowing her weakness now. And all of us know what the world is the best at! TAKING ADVANTAGE! And so, it began!
Went on for another two years….
ENTERED THE SOUL!
First time ever, she ever felt her soul. First time she could not feel her legs. First time, like some had actually swept the floor off. First time, an ear who would listen. First time, some one who was just there! First time in front of whom she could be her actual self. First time, that she was i think hallucinating. First time that ray of light .
She wasn’t sure if he was a friend but she knew how comfortable she was in his presence! She knew that she could just talk rubbish and he would listen to it.
He was the one guy who was missed in that array of being with guys to have company in the past.
He had appeared again and it just made her feel like this is why he was rejected earlier. Probably that time was not right. Now she was ready for him. He became a friend first. A perfect friend that she always wanted.
And then turned to be her Soul (mate) all together. The steam to her heat. The coal to her sins. The savior to her chills. The addiction over her drug. The drug to her life! The LOVE DRUG.! One individual who became not only her friend or her Soul mate but her family.
All the love that she had all her life, began to pour off all over him. All her days, her nights were only dedicated to his happiness ! All of her deep seeded love that was once crushed/crumpled/locked, was now breathing fresh air!
All the prayers were finally answered. The best ones do take time to come in is something that was proved to be true beyond limits.
Days, months, years passed by and there love had no limits now, it was only increasing if that was even possible to happen.
IT WAS LIKE AN ENTIRE OUTER LAYER OF HER HEART WAS PEALED OFF BY HIM TO BRING OUT THE PURE ONE.
It was a dream that the both of them were living.
THE ENTIRE WORLD FULL OF PEOPLE AROUND WAS INVISIBLE TO THEM NOW.
THEY WERE THE LIGHTS TO THE DARK NOW.
THEY WERE THE HOPES TO LIFE NOW.
THE DRUG OF THEIR POWER WAS FIGHTING ALL THE DISEASES NOW.
HE WAS THE BEST DOCTOR TO HER PAIN….
HER EYES, HER SKIN, HER HAIR, HER BODY WAS THE MOST RAVISHING NOW.!
SHE HAD BECOME THE PRETTIEST OF ‘EM ALL.
Now he has moved to a far off land, where she can’t find him…
What does she do ? How does she live ?? Which door should she knock now ??? Who will help her ???? When the world has never treated her right, then why did he have to go now ????? After such a long struggle and finally holding on to what she wanted, how does one let go ??????? Where should she start the search from ?????? Where should she wander now ??????
ALONE! YET AGAIN. WITH ZERO FRIENDS. JUST A DRUG. THAT KILLS!
She is now turning into a zombie with no flesh on her skin, with dark eye lids like she hasn’t slept in peace ever, with her cheeks having no charm now.
Help her! Tell her what is it really that should be done…
COME BACK MY PRINCE!
LIKE EVERY FAIRY TALE, BRING A HAPPY ENDING TO US!
LET US LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER AND EVEN AFTER THE AFTER…
LETS TAKE A WALK ON THE PETALS OF MY EVERY WISH THAT YOU WILL MAKE COME TRUE.
LETS SYNK ARE BREATHS TOGETHER TO BRING MORE OXYGEN TO LIFE.
LETS PLAY THE TUNES OF OUR HEART BEATS AND DANCE TO IT FOR THE REST OF OUR LIVES!
YOUR LOVE! MY DRUG!!!
BRING ME THAT HIGH ALL OVER AGAIN.
LET ME NEVER GET OUT OF IT.
LET ME FIND ALL MY ANSWERS IN IT!
Moral of the story is : The chances of meeting someone whom you can be your worst with and not mind are nil to negative but when you do, don’t ever let that person go.
#addict #love #abused!
EVEN IF IT KILLS, LET ME INHALE ALL THE LOVE THROUGH ALL OF YOU!