beginning of the end
Am I a human being...or just a breathing body without a soul?
For years, I no longer know the answer. Sometimes I look at my face in the mirror, and I don’t recognize the features staring at me. There are eyes that shine with honey and ash, lips that know how to draw a smile at the right moment... but what is behind them is nothing but air.
I live as they want, I say what needs to be said, I smile when it takes, and I hide everything that screams inside me. Deep down, there is an old wound that has not healed, a wound that began in one night... a night that took away everything I love.
That night, my soul died before they could bury any body. I learned that silence is more merciful, that crying is weakness, and that justice is an empty word that only exists on the tongues of liars.
I no longer live with my heart, it is weak... I let it freeze deep inside me so that it does not let me down again. My mind is my weapon, and writing is my only refuge... paper alone can hold my breath, tainted by memories.
Everyone thinks I’m fine... but if they looked deep into my eyes, they’d see a woman walking on the edge of madness, waiting for the moment to pounce.
I am no longer the victim... I am the merciless one.
This story... is not about my life.
But about the ending I chose for them.
She starts running through the alleys at top speed, her lips with a strange smile drawn on them, her hands dripping with blood, fresh and warm... It’s like she just walked out of a crime scene.
Not like...
She actually got out of a murder...
I let him breathe his last, writhing slaughtered, she did not blink, she did not tremble, she did not retreat, she showed no sign of pity
Dysfunctional?
That’s the first thing that comes to your mind, isn’t it?
But you don’t know anything
She’s not deranged... She is vengeful
Joy...
Yes, joy because she finally regained her lost right, which justice refused to return to her.
And because she believes in only one thing...
“If you don’t get your rights back with your own hands... It’s better for you to die.”
But? Was this the beginning? No, it’s not
Flashback
Let’s go back five years and seven months...
Until the day it all started...
When Aelia left the hospital carrying in her hands the report proving that she was pregnant with her second treasure, she already had her first treasure, which her heart did not beat without seeing. He was the first child to call her “Mama”, and when she heard this word for the first time, she would faint with joy.
When these memories come to her mind, she smiles with great joy, usually to her senses because of a speeding car that passed in front of her. She laughed at her ridiculous thinking in her opinion
She walked to her carriage with confident steps and arrogance that proved her status and pride in the dear one in her heart, or should I say her father, brother and friend, who she imagined for once had abandoned her and was living his life with another woman who had suffered a nervous breakdown and was crying hysterically. Her seizure was only stopped by the owner of her heart and alone...
When she woke up the next day, she felt remorse for her thoughts that had taken over her because of the pregnancy hormones. She stroked her swollen belly tenderly, and when she noticed it, she felt a light kick from her fetus that was going to fly with happiness. She held the hand of her sleeping husband next to her, rather, who was pretending to be asleep to see what his naughty princess would do. Then he felt a kick from “Il Suo Battito.”
His eyes filled with tears, and he began to kiss her stomach tenderly and promised his little one that he would not abandon him and that he would be his only spoiled one. All his life he only felt the feeling of the cruelty of his family and then he promised himself that when he became a father he would remain the most compassionate father and would not fall short in anything and do everything he could...
She smiled gently, she knew that he represented sleep, as she was the only one who preserved him more than himself
He looked with teary eyes at her gun eye, the color of her eyes ranging between honey and green. He regained his focus and smiled at her lovingly. He kissed her hands, thanking her for being in his life and for “Polos” coming in two months. He was more excited than her about his arrival and was eagerly preparing the time to see him, to decorate their lives with the colors of joy and his laughter, which he was sure that if he heard it, he would fly with joy...
