Scars
I don't remember very clearly when or why I did it for the first time.
But I still remember the feeling.
I was devastated. Broken to bits. Hurt because of something.
To an extent where I blocked out every single noise occurring around me.
It was my birthday. Or maybe was it a few days before or after that.
I don't remember anything.
My vision blurry with tears. It was somewhere in between dusk and night.
I remember hearing the booming sound of Azaan, seconds after I locked myself up in the overly lit bathroom.
I remember furiously slamming the edges of it against the white porcelain of my bathroom sink.
I kept slamming it, smashing it until the plastic exterior broke off.
I didn't feel any good when it happened.
I was scared and horrified of what I was going to do.
But more than that, I was hurt.
And nothing, at that specific moment could overpower that immense pain.
It felt like someone had ripped my heart out of it's place and carelessly thrown it aside.
I couldn't scream, because that would alert my mom.
And I didn't want her to know.
I had no one to turn to. Because the ones I tried turning to for comfort, brushed it off like it was nothing.
I was left alone.
To deal with the gut wrenching pain, that was destroying my insides like a raging storm.
So I chose pain.
To put a halt to my internal pain, I chose external pain.
I remember hyperventilating like crazies, while I did it. And I remember pulling myself together.
Enough to visit some relatives with my parents, just hours after that.
I remember the feeling of my raw silk material of my dress brushing against my upper arm, just inches below my shoulder.
I remember nervously, repeatedly rearranging my scarf so that the stain over the orange sleeve of my dress would be draped away from the eyes of the on-lookers.
Because I was scared. I was scared that someone who saw it, would ridicule me for that.
That night, I would give anything for someone to hold me tight.
And, just tell me I was fine.
Because I could not brush off every hurtful incident thrown at my way like everyone else.
I still cannot.
Does that make me weak?
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