Life?

Isn't life unpredictable, as it is the nature of the universe? We are born crying! Life starts giving lessons from the second we're out of the womb. Crying is essential to pronounce ourselves alive. It is critical to initiate a successful transition from fetal circulation.

But what if we don't cry? They say crying makes you strong. I don't know. I feel crying is just an emotion to say 'you're in pain,' and crying may wash your pain away through your eyes or maybe lighten it.

But I didn't cry; I kept the pain inside me because pain makes us strong. Pain makes us strong because we never stop learning from it, whether we fall while taking our first step, or start learning to ride a bicycle, or maybe because of the emotions, which are not visible as physical but emotional injuries.

But who injured us emotionally? Why and by whom did we feel hurt emotionally? First crush? Love? Friends?...Family?

Because outsiders have no power to hurt us emotionally, but the close ones do.

Why does their wrongdoing or hurt give us emotional pain?

The answer is simple: because we expect, we trust, we keep our faith in them, we love them. Now, you understand that crying and pain bring too many emotions to feel the emotional pain.

So does life.

Life makes us learn many lessons by giving us pain, hurt, hopes, expectations, faith, and making us cry.

Life is a rollercoaster ride; sometimes up and seconds later, we fall. When we go up, we enjoy the ride, but when we fall, we start screaming and it scares us.

Doesn't it?

It does!

Life is a cruel reality to some and a beautiful dream to others.

Some are happy with little things and some are sulking, even after all the luxuries.

Life is a journey of emotions, ups and downs.

I look at the woman standing in front of me, who is my mom. Or should I say 'was'? She despises me.

I can't burden her with my existence. She was so angry with me because I replied back to the accusations she was throwing at me. She gets angry because, according to her, replying means insulting an elder.

Can't we express our point and correct our elders when they're wrong?

But when I continued the argument, she couldn't control her anger and grabbed the knife from the fruit basket on the table beside her, and stabbed me near my heart.

Not understanding the reason for her actions, I stood there emotionless.

Did she stab me because I expressed my point and replied back?

The wound is slowly starting to bleed.

Her eyes hold no other emotions except hatred and anger towards me. She's not bad but when she gets angry she loses control.

Dad is standing beside her without any expression on his face, not even after he saw mom stab a knife, he didn't try to stop her. Slowly mom sat on the floor and dad sat beside her, holding her near his heart. She's not crying or feeling guilty, she's just too exhausted because of me.

I look at them and then slowly take out the knife from my chest. It's painful like hell, but I don't let it show on my face, neither pain nor tears in my eyes.

I look at the home knife covered in blood with a small piece of flesh for some good seconds before dropping the knife on the floor in front of them.

The sound of metal clinking on the floor cuts the silence in the atmosphere. Some drops of blood also spread there.

Taking a few steps back, I wear the black woollen jacket which was on my left hand and walk out.

Wound is bleeding continuously, it's been painful. Loss of blood is making me dizzy. I left the house and started moving towards the chemist shop.

The pain is unbearable. In the chilly night of December, I am sweating profusely. Taking deep breaths, I keep moving with slow and trembling steps towards the shop. Because of the thick black jacket, the blood isn't visible to anyone.

As the medical shop comes into view, I take a deep breath. As I reach the shop and stand leaning against the counter, I ask in as normal a voice as I can,

"Um.. anyone there?" The pain in my left shoulder is becoming unbearable with each passing minute.

"Yes?" a man appears. He must be the owner.

"Yeah! Can I get some supplies?" I ask, leaning on his counter. "Sure," he responds with a small smile.

"I want a pack of cotton, bandages, antiseptic, stitches, tape, painkillers, um, Tetanus shot..." As I tell him, he interrupts and asks.

"Are you hurt?" His question took me off-guard.

"You're sweating in this chilling winter night, taking deep breaths as if in pain, and if I'm not wrong, I saw some blood on your left arm. I can help," he answered the unasked question.

I nodded in agreement after thinking for a few seconds and slowly took off the jacket. The top is all soaked in blood. Sliding off the left side of the top, the wound is visible.

"Oh God! You're stabbed. Wait, why are you here? You should go to the hospital. It looks deep, and it will be a police case," he said, panicking.

"I...I don't have enough money for the hospital, but if you treat this, it will be a great help. I don't want any police involvement," I said, taking a deep breath with eyes closed, expecting the pain to subside.

"I was walking when two or three men tried to loot me. I didn't even see their faces because of the darkness. They didn't take anything as I have nothing with me except my phone. Uh..." I said, and a wave of pain hit me."

"Ok, Ms. Please come inside I'll treat it." He said and open the counter door. Help me get inside the shop and give a stool to sit. I took deep breaths in expectation to subside the pain. Tears gathered in corner of the eyes.

"I'm cleaning it with antiseptic, it will burn." He said with concern and I nod my head ready to feel the buring sensation on the wound.

As he did it burn like fire, with a slow pace he start cleaning the wound and blood around it. Then he put some brown paste inside the wound. Till now the pain is Excruciating, it's making me feel dizzy. After that he took a stitches tape to stick the wound together before covering it with cotton bandage and operation tape.

After treating it he gave a tetanus shot, the injection didn't feel because of the numbness on the hand.

"Here take this, it's a painkiller."Then he passed me a pack of tablet and water bottle. After taking it, I closed my eyes and rest for like fifteen minutes then pay him via online.

After leaving the medical shop with slow steps, I went back home. It's a rental apartment, a four-story building house.

My family occupies the second floor. Upon reaching home, I found the door still open, just like I had left it. The pain is numb now, thanks to the tablet. Taking off my jacket, I place it on the bed and notice my parents are no longer there.

The blood-coated knife is still on the cold floor. After picking up the knife, I carefully clean it, ensuring there are no traces of blood or flesh. I don't want anyone to know that I was stabbed by my mom.

Once it is cleaned, I take a mop to clean the floor. After cleaning, I move into my room and start packing a bag with my laptop, documents, passport, savings, and some clothes, then set it aside.

I move towards the bed and lay down, remembering the events that took place a few hours back.

Can life be more cruel?

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