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Vulnerability ~ the quality or state of being exposed to the possibility of being attacked or harmed, either physically or emotionally.

Vulnerable Me

What you see is what you believe,

But what you believe isn't what it is,

They're the mere illusions of what people wants you to see,

In this world where everyone wears a mask,

You never know what lies within,

I call vulnerability the sign of extreme bravery,

In which a person strips away every layer of themselves they took upon just to fit in this society which favours nepotism,

They say a person is most vulnerable when they are drunk or either in Love,

The state of inebriation is quite acceptable, but I beg to differ why we need to conjoin Love in every human adversity.

Every second passing by,

Every person you meet,

Is going through their own little war,

No one is an open book,

So it's completely fine to be distant sometimes,

Where the world learns to be all mighty and brave,

One has forgotten the power of being vulnerable,

It's like being a full bloomed rose in garden full of thorns,

You're vulnerable to the circumstances around you,

Yet no one can deem your sparkle,

No one can manipulate you,

Cause you're already open to all your dangers,

And that's what people who dislikes you hates the most,

By seeing you being so carefree,

They want secrets,

Secrets with which they can hurt you.

One should always remember,

It's okay to ask for help sometimes,

We're all born as raw diamonds,

It's the way we shape ourselves makes us shine.

Written_by_Trishala. A .

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'Regret' was the only word which currently describes my situation. I regret my decision for finding the truth of my father as well as my decision to join Elite High.

Learning the truth of my father was always the biggest mission of my life, I clearly remember the day when Mr James Trystine said that he was my father, even though he fed me the lies, the shock of the news was disturbing in itself. I can now tell that he was helping me, he very well knew that learning the truth of my real father will be far more devastating as it will break me forever.

My father is dead, my mother is dead, my grand pa is dead, and there's nothing left.

At this point of my life I feel completely hopeless, even Zenith was keeping some distance away from me giving me my own space, I guess he eventually learned who is my father after reading the name on the head stone, the bewilder look on his face was priceless, he couldn't believe himself that I'm related to Adam Trystine and why not, everything is perfectly connected, me being related to James Trystine and being the child of Adam Trystine.

But my DNA result wasn't the only clue that I believed in. It was my mother's high school yearbooks I was so desperately searching, most of my focus was finding some clues during the dance parties and prom nights of my mother's high school years. Who went with who was my concern that I never really realised that I'm looking in the wrong place. If my parents wanted me to never learn about their secret then they surely were smart enough to keep their relationship hideous.

Even James Trystine took the risk of claiming me as his own even though he dearly loves his wife Mya Trystine, but it eventually is connected. He cared for my mother as his best friend and I was his own twin brother's daughter, how can't he be worried for me.

It was only after I saw all the four year's class allocation, I found out that each and every year my mother was in the same class of Adam Trystine, but this wasn't the only reason I got connected to. No one else other then Adam Trystine was there in my mother's class, no one that I know of. I searched more and I found that my mother and Adam Trystine had participated as the social worker's in all the four years, which includes a lot of spending time together. Also they were together awarded as the best team in the social events, the photographs itself tells the story, the way they looked at each other was enough to tell that something was going inside their minds. That was my best bet, I knew that something is fishy about it, so I told Zenith to check the DNA immediately and the results are in front of me.

Adam Trystine is my father and there was no denying in it.

"Kiara, I'm really sorry for your loss. Is there any way that I can help you." asked Zenith, as he intervened me in my thoughts, slowly approaching me.

"No! Just stay away from me, you helped me enough!" I cried, as I was literally a mess right now, my voice was already hoarse with my crying.

"You're a total mess, let me hold you before you get lost in your own misery" said Zenith, as he didn't listened to me.

Coming towards me, he tried holding me in his arms, but I resisted, I tried pushing him away, but he was persistent enough to make me feel better.

"Just stay away from me Zenith! Why are you being so stubborn" I cried, but he didn't listened as he grabbed me by my shoulders "Shhh....It's going to be alright Kiara, it's going to be better, trust me" And so I stopped fighting, I believed in him for this instance, maybe I was lonely, maybe I was all alone far too long that I almost forget how it feels to have somebody by your side. It didn't matter who it was, it didn't matter how the other person feels about it, I found my peace in his solace, so be it him, it doesn't matter.

'Zenith' the boy, who tried hurting me five years ago, the boy who I completely forgot about, is by my side in the times of my pain, yet I don't know anything about him, the thought itself was eating me alive.

I wanted to learn more about him, I wanted to know what makes him tick, what makes him smile, he was my favourite puzzle and I wanted to figure him out completely.

Yet I know nothing about him, but I know one thing for sure, in the times of misery he gave me the warmth and comfort, so I'm forever in debt of him as I won't forget.

Thunder's boomed in the sky as it started raining, but I wasn't paying much attention as I was lost crying in my own grief, it is only when I heard a pair of shoes coming near to me I looked up through my hazy eye's as the person standing in front of me bought pain to my agony.

James Trystine, holding a black umbrella came towards me, by the looks on his face I was sure that he knows that I know, and somehow or the other, his visit only means one thing he came to offer some peace to my loss.

"Kiara- I'm so sorry, I meant to tell you this earlier but I promised your mother. You're never meant to learn about this, in this way-" started Mr James Trystine, as he carefully tried approaching me.

But I didn't listened.

Just like some switch has been clicked inside me, I followed my instincts and currently it told me to run. And that's what I did, I ran away from them as fast as I can, believing that anytime I'll wake up from my nightmare and everything that is happening around me will be a mere dream.

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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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Hey guys, I hope you like the update, the next update would be on 30th of August, and this one is going to be a biggie.

I don't know how many of you realised this, but apparently the last part of this chapter is related to the very first chapter in this story, in which I gave you a sneak peek to the future of this story, which is eventually a part of this chapter. 

I always try to do some fun ;)

Also I got some awesome fanarts from my very own friend eddyray26

This time it is Aditi and Sid's fan art.

Here's our Aditi. E . Ray

And heres our Siddharth Singh Rathore aka Sid.

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Till then toodles ;)