Place: Balcony, Home
Its a busy neighborhood. Everyone is carrying on their lives, some jogging around, buses hooting, busy people heading to work. Important stuff you know.
But Leila, without feeling contrite, holds her last glass of wine, its almost done. Am sure she lost count after her first glass. She was up by the first bird, way before the darkest of the hours. It looks chilly but she was on nothing but The t shirt, her favourite one with the words printed DEVOUR ME IF YOU DARE. Her nerves somehow went numb a while back, the only part that seemed to play its role in her system was her brain.
Why was she out here?
See, she didnt don't know.
But last thing she remember, she was on their couch. She'd just prepared dinner waiting on her person to come. It had been a rough three weeks, but she was willing to try you know.
The door bell rang, and she rushed to open to welcome "bae", atleast take the coat or scarf...it was always warm but this time.
She was met a flying bag on her face that sent her sprawling on the coffee table. At that point you'd ask what went through her mind? NOTHING.
She just lay there, like a paralysis spell was cast on her.
"You will know who I am today" "bae" said
"...Wh..."she stuttered ...no word could come out of her mouth.
The worst thing ever is to be caught off guard by a situation and your defense knowledge shuts down with your brain. No ***** at that point is willing to co-ordinate with the other body part to defend itself. You are just a log for a moment.
"So now you just hop into people's cars when you leave the house in the morning" "bae" screamt as the heaviest slap ever received, landed on Leila's face.
It got all echo-ey...she placed both her hands on her face as blows rained on her till she finally managed to push "bae" away and try run out the house, it was locked.
She couldn't scream, this was the first time.
She hadn't the slightest of ideas of what "bae" was talking about. She just held tightly onto the balcony bars.
For A second, she wanted to jump off. She wished to.
They lived at the 2nd floor, so it wasn't so far off the ground. She was pulled back and dropped to the floor like some shoe.
She wailed for her mother who she hadn't seen in months.
She recalled wishing to live on the streets than the torture she went through that night.
One side of her face, let's say would need a tone of concealer the following morning when she went to work,because that morning, she had to call in sick. I mean, she couldn't use the "yeah right" statement of "I hit a window or door", c'mon, who you kidding sis!
So she left at night while "bae was asleep. That was after she cried a river plus all its tributaries and "bae" felt "remorse" of some sort, held her and begged her to stop crying offering to hold her through the night, but fell asleep barely 10 minutes after.
Leila crept outside the house at our balcony, with the bottle of wine that she had bought for them to have the previous night and decided to numb her pain by drowning myself in it.
She couldn't account for the hours she stayed out in the dark and the cold and getting drunk at the balcony...but the darkness felt like comfort...at that point heaven, the cold floor was her street of gold.
...This, was the first time.
This is a true account of a healing journey for a particular soul.