It’s been fifteen days. Fifteen days until I last saw my parents, my family. I am still in this hospital laying like a dead human on the bed. My hand is still plastered and some bandages of my body has been removed. My body has started to heal but my soul is still in pain.

Some people who were close to my family came to meet me. Some showed condolence while some of them tried to console me when I broke down in front of them. But none stayed for too long. With a facade of sadness and pity they payed me a little visit showering me with flower and Money but no one understood that I didn’t want all this. I just wanted to go back to my family. I hated living alone.

They said that there was some wire problem which caused the house on fire but little did they knew I was present there what happened and the murderer was roaming outside freely.

The police investigators took my statement about what happened and I gave them the information truthfully wanting and hoping for justice but as if the whole world has turned against me the cops are just not doing anything and they said they didn’t get any evidence to prove my statement.

Evidence?

Can’t they see my condition? Is it not enough to prove everything?

I have crying endlessly. It’s just too much for me. I am feeling so helpless and weak. I couldn’t do anything to save them. I am just good for nothing. I didn’t even get a chance to say goodbye to them heck I couldn’t even attend their funeral.

I am the worst daughter in this world.

Getting up from the bed, I looked outside of the window to see it’s already dark. I got down on my feet and winced when I felt my muscles flexing. Still I got up on my foot and made my way towards the door. I couldn’t stand any longer. Loneliness is killing me.

I walked out of the door and to the elevator. I walked out of the elevator when the door pinged open. It was the ground floor. I saw some people sitting on a bench, some were crying, a girl in the reception who was busy scribbling something on her notepad.

Some people who visited me gave me some money. I was relieved that I kept it in my pant pockets. I walked out of the hospital and luckily no one noticed me. I was yelping in pain whenever I walked quicker. I just wanted to get away.

As soon as I was in the road I looked for a Cab. It was difficult because no driver, pulled up before a girl who was in hospital patient uniform and had a plastered hand and bandages all over the body. Finally a man pulled up before me and I gave him the address where he had to take me.

All the way, I watched out of the window lifelessly thinking this all to be a dream. I snapped out of my thoughts when the Cab came to a halt. I watched out of the window to see I have reached my destination. The familiar place which was no longer had anything to do with me. I was a foreigner now.

I got out of the Cab and played the driver he looked towards my once which was called home, and looked at me sympathetically before driving away with a last glance.

I looked back at my house and tears began to roll down as I realized it was no longer my house. It was now a mess. It looked like a Horror house which we saw in movies. Police Banners were pasted on the door but I couldn’t stop myself. I walked to the door and tried to open. It clicked open and I walked in. Everything was burnt. Nothing was left. Everything was turned into debris and I couldn’t recognize a single thing.

It was the place where my Mom and Dad stood last time I was them. I fell on my knees and screamed.

“Please come back!” I cried and signed.

I don’t know how longer I sat their crying but I just couldn’t control myself. My emotions were just flowing away in tears. The longer I sat the longer I got my answer to the question why was I still alive.

“Ryan” I uttered the name with disgust.

“You have to pay for it” my words were filled with venom and hatred.

“I am coming for you Brother” I spat with hatred.

I wiped away my tears using my sleeves and close my eyes.

“What should I do?” I uttered.

I was so engrossed in my own little world that I couldn’t feel the presence behind me. When I felt it somebody grabbed my arm and held something on my nose from behind. I couldn’t even get the time to register to struggle when I was already knocked down and I found myself loosing my senses.

My eyes fluttered open and I looked around trying to acknowledge where I was. I was somewhere in an unfamiliar place. It was a small room, a size of a bathroom and I was lying on a bench which was attached to the wall. It looked like a cell.

I began to panic and I got up immediately, wasting no time trying to open the door.copy right hot novel pub