She loves playing hide and seek, enjoys every ride on the merry-go-round and reciting poems to people close to her heart. Every day she woke up with new dreams and energies. She loved queens, fairies, and princes. Until she was old enough to understand the difference between evil villains in fantasies and the real world. Old enough to say ‘Goodbye’ to the most spine-chilling childhood experiences at the age of 23 for the happily ever after life
We all have different stories and different seasons, various seasons bring various lessons. But some are unforgettable, I still flinched my hands soaked with sweat and cried my heart out in a closed room. Closed room! The fear was yet to come out. Staring at the wall picturing the quiet little girl sitting alone in the corner of the room thinking when it will all end.
Watching her getting pushed against the wall and tearing every bone of her body and then innocently walking out. That little girl was filled with pain, she could neither cry nor die but live.
I was 12 years old and it was just a usual day at the school. I walked fast through the corridor towards my classroom as I was a bit late that day. I entered the classroom and sat on the desk near the entrance. What surprised everyone was our teacher's absence as she was always on time. Suddenly a man entered the room having a wide smile on his face and introduced himself as our ‘Second Guardian’, everyone was excited to meet this new teacher. On his first day, he began with a short introduction with every child of the class and encouraged every one of us to express our dreams. Finally, it was my turn- “I am Kiana, and when I grew up I want to live a happy life!” I said, “A happy life nothing else?” he replied. I nodded my head as an answer depicting the rigidity behind my belief I had in my statement.
Weeks passed and everything was perfect like before. The day I first saw a villain, dressed like every other person- neatly dressed clothes, polished shoes, combed hair and a kind smile was teaching like every other day walking around the class and explaining things. I asked- “Sir, can you explain these lines further?” he turned behind, walked towards me, and explained everything at that point. But this was the starting point, the school bell rang and it was time to leave for home- I was wrapping my things and the teacher stepped inside the classroom. He asked whether I was able to understand the subject or if I was facing any issues. It seemed as if he was waiting for every child to vacate the room and quiet surroundings. But my age wasn’t old enough to strike his intentions- a reason to write this letter to myself.
As soon as the surroundings went still and quiet, his smile started to scare me a bit. He commanded-“Sit here I need to explain more things which might be difficult for you to understand”. That girl was scared and slowly took one step back, two steps back, three steps back… I still dream- The girl ran away or maybe someone broke through the door. But its world cruel! And dreams don’t come true always. He ran towards her stopping her to run from that cage and successfully closed the door. The fate wasn’t her with that day even the angels couldn’t protect her. He hit me against the wall and closed my mouth, I was screaming my heart out “Help! Help!”. Alas! The clothes were ripping off like plucking petals from flowers, the throat was dried like a desert, and the body was shivering like a clock pulse. My eyesight got blurred and the only thing that I remember is me sobbing near the door of that classroom, covering myself with my shirt. The night wasn’t over yet! The man was still inside that room waiting for that girl to look at him again. The lights were dim and that creature walked towards her again and said- “You are the villain, the evil queen- you little brat!”. I was too scared to speak anything at that moment. Later on, when it sun started to come up the man left that room. I stood up, my legs were shaking so quickly wore my clothes and ran toward home. I entered the house from the back door and sneaked into my room as I was scared to face my parents. I started to speak less and didn’t wanted to go again to school. I sat in my room, staring at the wall picturing a little version of fighting that monster. She wanted to scream beyond the walls for help. To whom?.
Those eleven years I struggled to talk. But the thing that pushed me to share this with the world was when I heard that the monster was dead. He got sued for harassing his colleagues and students.
This was my onset of happily ever after.
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