"I am not the son,

I am the daughter,
Fighting against the sun and father."

♤

Layla finds herself drowning in self destruction. She didn't know what to do now, that there was noone to guide her. And she couldn't even ask for any help. There were times when she hated been told what to do, there were times when she just wanted to silence the world around her, there were times when she just wanted to be evaporated like the vapours in the cloud.

Dried tears stained face staring into abyss because she had left with no world to look after. Layla drew her eyes back to the wall clock. Seeing the second hand pass away in the clock with nothing but every piece of memory dying to be refreshed.

And she pushed them away everytime she remembered them. She doesn't know what she was doing. She just doesn't want to feel anymore. Because with every woken memory, a flower of feelings blossomed in her gut with wrenching pain and tears flowing like an overflowed jug.

Her fingers ruffling over the hem of her sleeves. She didn't know how to feel or what to feel? She just wants to know if accepting is worse or rejecting is worser? She was confused and frustrated from her own mind and heart.

One part of her mind screamed, that she wanted this, to be left alone and to never be touched, for she feared if she was to be touched she would lose herself entirely in the mist. And another part of her heart kept reminding her, that they were her parents, her siblings, her family. She was bound to protect them from every harm. She was bound to make sure they are safe. Because, they were with her always. Always. No not always. She was neglected, reminded her brain.

The thumb of her nail scrubbed off the thinnest skin of her thumb. Her blurred vision went to her thumb and she felt the burning pain running over her thumb. The entire skin was covered in red hues and it burned in a way she couldn't help but cry. Even the smallest injury was making her cry. What would she do know? To whom will she go? If she was lonely earlier then she was alone, entirely alone.

Her tears, they weren't filled with shame for thinking to abandon her family, neither were they filled with regret. They were filled with anger. The pent up anger, the never said phrases, the silence patience, the burden feelings, the emotions she always shoved away, the feelings she always neglected, like how the world around her neglected her, neglected her words, neglected her thinking, her choices, her dreams, her choices, her opinions, her vision, her ideas, her decisions, her work. Those were angry tears. Tears full of aggression.

If the mothers would have a last wish for their daughters, they would always wish to never bless the daughters with anger. To never let their daughters be chased by shadow of anger. For if once the shadow of anger consumes the daughters, daughters would never respect any relationship; not even the fathers, not even the mothers.

But alas her fate, she was a daughter and no matter how much struggle, how much neglection, how much rejection, daughters never learned to abandon their families. Daughters will never learn to build the wall of ignorance around them just to neglect their families. Daughters never learned how to not prioritise their families. Daughters were simply the angels disguised as the humans.

They were allowed to be discriminated but never to discriminate others.

Daughters had the eyes of their fathers and the silence rage of their mothers. And it was always kept silence.

Layla felt this same words boiling in her head. And she grabbed the nearest pen and paper to her. Her brain screamed the words to mark the paper with the tale world fears to listen, but her fingers never moved and it described perfectly how she was ruined by nothing and everything.

There were the times, she choose herself. But today, she choos self destruction again and again. She will mark her soul with scars only she could heal. Because from now one, she vows to never let the world hurt her again and again, not after this, never after this. She was the daughter of now world, hence she would not allow any world world to mark her soul with unending scars. Never, not after this night.

Her eyes pinched close with tears one by one flowing as if the deadline was crying is close. She cried as if she has never cried before. She cried as if this was the last time she was going to cry. She cried as if the world was ending. She cried as if she was the only daughter to let the world know about her screams.

Her body shook with the unending, hushed sobs, violently. Her eyes fell on the mirror of the table. Tears stricken face stared her back. Her shoulders shook violently as she glared herself with anger, shaking her head in denial. Trying stop herself from crying anymore. Her eyes if one could saw them now, they would read the stories of oppression, dominant, not giving up, repression, angst, standing up, frustration. Because she herself could see them all leaking through her eyes in her own reflection.

Frown marred on her features as she caressed her features, the thought of how she wanted to be alone screamed again. Slowly blinking at herself she gazed in mirror. If this was what she wanted then why she couldn't come to accept it? Why her heart denied accepting the loneliness she has longed for? Why those eyes were glaring her back for not accepting for what she has wished? Why she couldn't accept anything? Why was she so ungrateful? Why she could never be satisfied?

The sudden burst of memory made her spine shudder in a feeling she has never felt.

She was the daughter, then why whatever she wished for never was she blessed by it? She was the daughter, most of all a human. She has the right to make her dreams come true. Then why, why her dreams always were stubborn and turned into the nightmares she was running away from? Why was she blessed with a nightmare she never wished for? Why she was destroyed? Why was her family snatched way from she was running away?

Something burst open. The loud bang made her come back into her own world and she ran up to the stairs from where she heard the bang from.

There stood someone with the familiar eyes and physique staring back at her while supporting himself on the wall. His every piece of cloth stained in red. A gasp escaped from his mouth as he leaned down on the ground coughing blood. The gut wrenching pain shit through his upper abdomen making him wince and groan in pain.

Her eyes popped out wide. Who was he? And how was he injured that badly?

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