‘Mom, Dad, I am sorry, I am ending my life…’ Big, fat hot drops of tears plopped down onto the paper as I scribbled further on it. ‘This society won’t let me forget… it won’t let me live… not until they proved I am the culprit…, maybe when I am no more they will understand I was the victim… I love you Mom Dad! Trust me, it wasn’t my fault…’ I tore the paper from the notebook and then shoved it aside onto the table. How ironic! It landed on a newspaper dated three days back; its headline screamed—‘20-years-old-gang-raped’. That’s me! Since three days, I was hyped everywhere—on local and national news channels, newspapers, a hot topic amongst the gossipmongers, and even my neighbors visited me not to console but to question about my experience
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They belong to nobody. Still, we grew up being taught, ‘don’t do this or else the society won’t accept you… oh, you did this, now get ready to face the wrath of the society’. Society-society-society! Damn, this society! What was my fault? Wiping the tears from my eyes, I folded the paper neatly and placed a paperweight on it. As I leaned my head against the chair, my eyes shut for a few seconds, and again the haunting memory of those men ripping my shirt flashed. My eyes flew open and I jerked forward, my chest heaving fast. Shuddering, I tried to ease my breathing. My decision grew firmer. Yes, I want to die, I don’t have any reasons left to live, at least not when this society is slut-shaming me for no fault of mine. A swift glance at the watch alerted it was four. In an hour, it would be sunrise. I should better be quick with my motive. I rose from the chair, and dragged it to the center of the room where one end of a rope dangled as a noose; its other end was tied to the base of the ceiling fan. I climbed the chair and put my neck into the …show more content…
Tears streaming down my eyes, I placed a hand on my heart. It was still beating, more than ever. What was I going to do? They had killed my virginity, but the soul in me was still alive. Why I acted so foolish? How could I be thinking of killing myself? No one can make me feel inferior until I believe in so. They have committed the offense, they will be punished, but why should I lose the battle. That one night can’t ruin what can become my bright future. To hell with this society. I will live on! No one owns the right to judge
They belong to nobody. Still, we grew up being taught, ‘don’t do this or else the society won’t accept you… oh, you did this, now get ready to face the wrath of the society’. Society-society-society! Damn, this society! What was my fault? Wiping the tears from my eyes, I folded the paper neatly and placed a paperweight on it. As I leaned my head against the chair, my eyes shut for a few seconds, and again the haunting memory of those men ripping my shirt flashed. My eyes flew open and I jerked forward, my chest heaving fast. Shuddering, I tried to ease my breathing. My decision grew firmer. Yes, I want to die, I don’t have any reasons left to live, at least not when this society is slut-shaming me for no fault of mine. A swift glance at the watch alerted it was four. In an hour, it would be sunrise. I should better be quick with my motive. I rose from the chair, and dragged it to the center of the room where one end of a rope dangled as a noose; its other end was tied to the base of the ceiling fan. I climbed the chair and put my neck into the …show more content…
Tears streaming down my eyes, I placed a hand on my heart. It was still beating, more than ever. What was I going to do? They had killed my virginity, but the soul in me was still alive. Why I acted so foolish? How could I be thinking of killing myself? No one can make me feel inferior until I believe in so. They have committed the offense, they will be punished, but why should I lose the battle. That one night can’t ruin what can become my bright future. To hell with this society. I will live on! No one owns the right to judge