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Why it feels so dark here,
I can smell only blood,
Even the sky is painted Red,
For I can only see red snowflakes,
I see a weary hope,
But it's not so strong enough,
To hold me tight,
For I always feel cold.

By_ Trishala.A

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(This part of the story is a small sneak peek to the future of the story)
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It was raining like never before, the clouds were all grey and one can hear the blisters of thunder, most of the people were enjoying the newly arrived rains, but here I'm running as if my life depends on it.

I used to consider my life to be normal and fun loving, but I guess I was wrong.

I have learned it in a hard way that Life isn't always fair.

In my current situation everything was fine with me, except I was all wet head to toe, I was hyperventilating; running madly, like someone has just retired from the metal asylum and not to mention my puffy red eyes as I was crying my eyes out, because the last fifteen minutes made my life turn upside down.

Life is playing funny games with me, I always wanted to be a normal girl, to live my life on my own choice, but in my circumstances I was never the one. I was never meant to be normal.

Thanks to my parents, but here I was struggling to endure the truth about my real father and I often ask myself, what sins have I created to have such a complex lifestyle. Why can't I have a normal family who can at least love me? That was the simple question that I was asking myself now on regular basis.

But the truth is, I always wanted to learn more about my father because I despised him the most, but after knowing who he is, didn't get along well with me.

Knowing the first name itself of my father resulted the panic attack, the shock that caused by the aftermath of my doings had left me broken, so here I was running because I don't want to face it, let it be my escape, I didn't cared! it was my chip running away from reality.

I don't know how long it's been since I was running because the voices behind me had already faded long time back.

To the question, yes I was being chased by some people and may be one of them would be the person I know, but I don't care, I was just running because currently it seems the best solution.

After sometime I gave up and stopped dead in my tracks, standing right in the middle of the road in the chilling winds of November nights, still shaking, my mind was occupied with different thoughts, questions, reasons which is cataclysmic in my situation itself as these thoughts were colliding and were triggering my second stage of panic attack.

As a result I couldn't see anything easily, everything was a 'blur' and at that current stage my mind said only one word 'DIE'.

And then everything happened so fast! I felt something hard hit the back of my body, resulting in me falling freely ahead on the road, I fell straight on my hand, giving a nasty crack sound and my head collided with the wet ground giving an excruciating pain on my head, my body was rolling until I was stopped and then I saw two bright lights a few feet away where I was standing seconds ago.

I guess god answered my request really fast, I was still lying on the road as soon people gathered around me, it was still raining heavily, even the clouds were seem to be sad enough to cry on the rains, mockingly as if hinting me that it was not my day.

I felt blood getting accumulated around me; I'm guessing that it's from my head, blood and blood everywhere! I silently murmured 'Am I suppose to die like this!'

I was both mentally as well as physically broken, because who thought that there will be a time, when I have to hate the person whom I idolized the most.

Soon enough, I heard a pair of shoes coming near me, I finally thought someone had decided to help me, but I guess I am losing my consciousness, as I heard a man talking to me.

"Stay with me Kiara..... Stay with me, this isn't the end"

The voice of the man was familiar but soon I got myself lost in darkness.

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ONE YEAR AGO..... (~it's when everything started)

My name is Kiara M..... Well the surname doesn't matters actually; the only thing which matters is my story.

So it's me, typical sixteen year old teenager living her life on her own rules. I live in the heart of billion people, living in diversity but being in unity guess what I live in India basically in Mumbai.

So yes, I'm an Indian. Before you guys try to judge me and put some stupid assumptions like I'm Indian so I should be weird or loud and should smell like curry which is quite funny, but no I don't smell like curry and no I'm not loud at all.

I'm just like any other teenage girl because one thing I have learned, be it any teenager all are of the same kind and all are no different than the other.

Now back to myself consider a sixteen year teenager with naturally torn out black tattered jeans, consider the word naturally 'captioned' because it's not torn out jeans by fashion, its torn out because its god damn old!

And a black plain T shirt with spots and blotches on it, which somehow looks like a dog just had a poop on it, from the last time I washed it maybe it was two weeks ago, with a pair of converse shoes which is basically so worn out that I can literally feel my skin touching the ground from its sole.

Here I am sitting in a temple at seven thirty in the evening and an envelope in my hand; it's all basically started with an envelope, now you'll be thinking that what a sixteen year old doing in a temple and not to mention that oh! So shocked! Look's given by those old ladies and Aunties passing by...

And I actually don't complain about it because it's not natural for them to see a tattooed girl, with dark bags all around her eyes and not to mention the pierced eyebrows and shinning piercing which complimented my long jet black hair tied up in a pony tail, my eyes were dark brown but I usually consider them a total black because it's hard to differentiate.

So yeah I was sitting there probably thinking about my last one year when I ran away from my house and got myself admitted into SC LOUIS College or I say a college for some extremely rich jocks and for extremely talented poor kids, I was the latter one as I wish to say.

Now people will be wondering how come 16 year old is in college technically here in Mumbai after our 10th grade we get direct admission to junior colleges so I was basically in 11th grade a fresher in college we don't have high school thing till 12th grade it mostly ends in 10th grade.

Like some people assume that's cool to get directly into college but it has its own pros and cons as you get yourself involved in lot of wrong stuff because it's not like school... Here no one is there to give a shit about what you do and honestly I like it here.

Now back to my thoughts, so as soon as I ran away from my house, I thought to go to some orphanage or some homeless shelter, my life was ruined pathetically at that part of my time.

But I was so damn wrong because my evil uncle didn't let me get admitted in an orphanage.

At the beginning of the first month when I ran away I used to live in streets with whatever little money I left, then I thought that life would be easier if I find myself a shelter so I started searching for a good orphanage and bingo I found one, I was so happy as I thought that this would be the end of my misery but I was so wrong.

My uncle had already known about my plans, eventually he caught me and after some fight he made me live with him, but I was persistent.

After a lot of arguments he finally agreed to let me get admitted into the college as I don't have parents so it's not hard to guess, why I want to run way from my uncle, let's just say we weren't on good terms.

The thing is I myself had known that the college authorities will kick me out as soon as my scholarship ends, that is till my 12th grade, after that they charge some money but it's nothing to regret about, because I was not dumb to runaway without knowing its consequences.

So yeah I chose this particular college because they provide scholarships and not just any scholarship a scholarship to study in final year high school and graduate from 'Elite high' one of the prestigious High school in the world, apparently situated in the United States, personally nothing would have ever interested me in going to 'Elite High' and graduate because I don't want to leave my hometown.

But if I don't go I won't be able to know the truth about my father, so back to my current situation, sounds strange but indeed somehow Elite High is related to my father who I despise the most.

Back to my current situation I'm holding this envelope with a letter in it, so guess what I finally got myself a scholarship! It was all my hard work which paid me off, but the thing which is bugging me for a very long time is the guardian allowance letter attached to it.

As I'm sixteen and yet a minor they want the signature and a meeting with my guardian, considering there allowance to let me join 'Elite High' and here I'm sitting, cursing myself that how can I make such a shitty mistake and how can I ignore this coming.

"KIARA!!", I heard a loud noise behind me, as I turned to have a look at the person calling me.

Being shocked to see my hostel's warden head Miss Nancy staring at me, burning holes inside my head. I quickly adorned my innocent puppy dog face and looked up at her.

"Nancy Ma'am! It's really pleasant to see you here, I wasn't expecting you to", I tried to talk in some civil way as I have seen many girls doing the same and gaining favours because of the sweet talk.

I apparently named these kind of talks as licking the wolf wound kind of act, one wrong lick and you are dead.

"What the hell are you doing here; I was looking for you all over the place", apparently it was my failed attempt but I didn't accepted my defeat, as I stood straight in front of her trying to make my best innocent face.

"Yeah actually I was just.... passing by this old temple and decide to have a quick darshan(prayer) "

I stammered and acted as if I was afraid of her, to be honest I don't give a shit about her, she was a kind of a person who likes when people respect her and are scared of her and personally I hate these kind of people, but I needed to survive so I put up my school's best acting skills.

"Fine, so are you done? Let's go back to the hostel and what is that scholarship letter doing in your hands?"

"Oh this, actually I was so happy with my achievement and success, that I was on cloud nine of my life and that I wanted to show this letter to god myself"

I lied, it wasn't so hard to guess, I was an expert in these nowadays

"I see, but I hope you told your uncle about this scholarship and the meeting which is scheduled next week"

She said that by giving me a shock, what! The meeting is scheduled next week and here I haven't even decided how to drop the bomb of this scholarship thing on my step Uncle

"Yeah, I said to him via e-mail, but I guess he haven't checked yet, by the way its getting late Ma'am we should start heading ahead".

I said as quickly as I can.

Back in the hostel, I was greeted by ugly bitches and their head Nisha.

She thought that I was her enemy and I was her prey, but that was so not in my case.... because she was my enemy and she was my prey to be precise, she hates me the very moment when I stepped my feet inside this college, at the very first day of the week, she took it as a call by thinking me as her prey and tried to choke me with chilli powder in my food.

And that's it....no one ever messes with me and my food that poor girl didn't knew that she had awakened the devil herself.

The next thing I did was, I broke her front two teeth's the very same night she choked me, it was all clean and planned she woke up in the night to brush her teeth.

I switched off the lights so no one sees me, I took it as my cue and did my work. Till date no one ever knows how this happened to her, eventually she blamed me because I couldn't stop laughing the very moment I smashed her, but it was my revenge because I heard that she was the one who tortured a poor girl so much that she committed suicide.

Definitely that bitch needs to learn her lesson.

After completing my dinner and chit chatting with other kids and washing my clothes, I went to my bed and thought about my plan which I am going to use against my beloved uncle to force him to sign and to agree for the meeting, eventually being a dickhead he is, he will definitely won't agree but as I said I got my ways.

As I took out the photos and bank statements from my suitcase which I bought along with me, the photos consist of my uncle totally drooling over the ministers wife and the bank statements which proves illegal transfer of money in his account which he stole from the minister.

I laughed at myself thinking that he is going to be so vulnerable when I'm going to blackmail him with this oh! Did I mention I'm a hacker.... a long story short.

I quoted myself ,"I'm going to meet you very soon step Uncle and trust me when we meet there will be amazing fireworks created of your doom."

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First chapter and I'm excited here !

A question guys! so do you like it ! my first chapter and I promise the story is going to be fun!!

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