Recovery.
Hamda knew she could recover. She knew that if she stopped cutting it would be much less harm than when her parents abused her, because it wouldn't be twice the pain. She knew that if she either didn't force-feed or starve herself and just ate regularly or when she was actually allowed to, then her body would be fine. She knew that even though she fixed herself just a little bit, then at least she would have a few friends or one at least, and by that she would be less bullied. But no, she didn't do anything about it.
" what if I don't want to recover? " she asked herself.
There she was,lying down in her bed, with her head leaning up against the pillow as she looked up mindlessly at the ceiling. She seemed so lifeless. Her pale skin that hasn't seen the sun in weeks increased the effect of the darkness around her swollen eyes. Her eyes were red from constant crying and lack of sleep
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Hamda wasn't Hamda anymore. Ever since her parents left her in this cruel world, part of her soul dissolved and something inside her died and now all that's left is a figure of a fragile human being. This cold soul that lies on that bed whimpering and speaking to herself as precious tears roll down her pale cheeks.
And once again all the memories and thoughts came rushing back, as she burst into tears. She cupped her face into her hands, sobbing, as she thought to herself, if people are allowed to hurt me, then I'm allowed to hurt myself. All of a sudden, it all got out of control and she went hysterical. Hamda completely lost her mind and self. She started to scream as she grabbed a knife from her bedside table and started to cut herself aggressively. Starting from her legs, to her waist, then to her arms. And she stopped.
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Sorry for the short post, inshallah the next one will be longer x
W guys pleasee comment and let me know ur thoughts about the story so far
Mwah
-Z
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