Hey you!

Hey you! Yes, you. Hi!! Uhm… Seems like you don’t remember me. But I do, how can I forget you? After all, you’ve done so much to me.

Remember the girl, with whom you used to speak all day, all night at the start of your university education? No, not Stella. No not Salma either. The girl whom you’d gift roses everytime you saw her. The girl you were crazy about!! Uh-oh I’m not Samantha, try harder. Do you remember the girl for whom you fought hard with your senior, and returned with bleeding nose and an unconscious opponent? You don’t remember any of that do you?

Oh, you want better clues? Okay. Do you remember that girl with whom your friends loved to play Xbox with? The girl who was set up a destination birthday celebration when she turned 18?

Okay I’ll give you the best clue:

Do you remember the girl, who you and your friends tied up on the table that should supposedly have her birthday presents? The girl that you people stripped out and killed all her confidence of being a girl? The girl whose body you people killed and let to rot, with smile and mocking laughter? The girl you thought would never return? The girl whose body you killed but didn’t stop with only that but proceeded to wipe your fingerprints off with rubbing alcohol, rubbing so much that her fragile body hurt, both inside and out!

Aaah, now a flash of memories flood your eyes. What a delightful look?! You see here? On the pram? These are my kids, I named him after you. You wanna know why? Because I want to raise a better version of you who is completely opposite to who you are. Bring him up with etiquettes that your mother didn’t teach you. The respect for the opposite sex she didn’t instigate within you. At first I was so broke, with so many nightmares, no place to live, no food to eat. Then came up a family, who offered me all that I missed, they called up my home and I returned back, not knowing that I had two little lives inside me. Little did I know where you people had gone. But I knew for sure that you had slashed my heart very very deep.

You changed me completely, a top rank student had gone without university life. Starting her own cafe. Getting so many kicks, while sleeping. But now, I’m thankful to you, that my life has gotten much sweeter. Even though they remind me of you,

I’m proud they wouldn’t be like me or you.



One thought on “Hey you!

  1. Nice! It may be horrific and gory, but sometimes, it’s the truth for some people. There are readers who just view blogs like this, and most doesn’t appreciate them.
    But I preferred dark stories. Somehow, it make me feel alive…and thankful too.


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