H E fought hard against every single one of them, trying to shove them away from him. But they had beaten him to pump and his body aches badly everywhere. He didn't stop as he continues to take steps towards her body which was still tied with the ropes when he heard the loud voice of his old friend- Laith.

"Every single one of you who had taken law in their hands will be punished. If you wish that to not happen, I suggest that you walk back to your house right now". Laith warned angrily

The people started to run away to not be held accountable for their actions. Rayyan dragged his injured leg towards her as he realised that she wasn't breathing anymore.

He struggled to touch her to provide her with medical attention because it was his touch and need to calm the panic attack that landed her here.

"Laith, please do something".

Laith looks around the empty ground where his mother was struggling and he helped her. Then he runs to Caira, opening her hands as she falls to the ground. He tried to call her name but realised that he didn't know her name.

They sit in front of the hospital operating room, where she was being operated on for her wounds. Rayyan didn't allow anyone to tend to him because he wanted to feel this pain. He wanted to know how much she went through even when he wasn't anywhere near her pain.

"You need to have your wounds taken care of". Laith said

He was barely standing on his broken leg. He had been standing in front of the door to have some update on her. He tried his best to stay conscious for her, then he fainted from blood loss.

The next day he opens his eyes blinking away the harshness of the light. His eyes focus on the cries to find his family around him crying profusely. His heart pierced as he looks at the pain in their eyes that reminded him of someone else pain.

Her pain.

He jolted from his position removing the wire attached to his body while everyone speaks to him.

"Where is she?"

His voice was hoarse and filled with pain. No one spoke, looking at him conflicted.

"Tell me, mom, please?"

He continues to plead with them. His mind constructed the worst-case scenario about her health torturing him with the thoughts. He pleaded with his mother to know the truth when the doctor came in to check on him.

His mother looks at him with tears in her eyes, "She is ok. But no one knows when she will be awake. She suffered a head i-injury and-".

He felt his heart-stopping as his mother words registered in his head.

"S-She is in a coma?"

He could feel the way his body and mind detached at the information. This doesn't even mean she is alive. It just means she is there between life and death where no one knows when she will come back or better if she will ever come back.

"She just needs time. It wasn't easy what happened to her". Laith said, comforting him, "We will file a case once she is awake".

"You have to do it". He said as anger build in him, "You have to win her case".

Laith was shocked at Rayyan behaviour. Because Rayyan was always a calm person.

"I will". Laith said, placing a hand on his shoulder

"Why are you all doing this? Don't you see what she is doing to our peaceful family?" Yasmin cried, trying to bring her happy family back to normal where they have their own worries to deal with

"Yes, look at yourself. You barely made it through. Mom had been crying. Even the people are now calling you names which no one ever dares to because of a woman like her". Aliya spoke

His eyes filled with rage as he looked at them, "For your own peace, you will bury anyone alive? She was hyperventilating when I held her. She wasn't the one who asked me to help her, I was the one who did. She was running away from the house at night. She was asking me to leave her alone too. But I was the one who didn't allow it. The reason a woman like her is in this situation is because of your brother".

Yasmin made a face as she spoke, "She should've stayed away from you. Why did she allow you to come closer? Why did she even come home in the first place? It was all her trap. She is just a-".

"Not another word about her character. I was the wrong one. She is the one paying for it. How is that right?"

"She is a woman. She should know her boundaries instead of creating all this drama and ending our house".

He shakes his head, disappointed, "I never thought my sister would have such thinking. The world taunted our mother all her life for her choices and we saw her suffering. Instead of learning from them, what have you become?"

"This is how the world works".

"I don't consider it. We make the world. If this is the world you are trying to pull me in then, I don't want to see you two anymore. Not until you realise that the words you used for another woman are toxic and poisonous and the wrong one is your brother".

His sister went out crying and cursing the woman who laid unaware of the war he had started. The desperation he had felt when he wanted to be free from those men hands to reach her while her eyes held nothing but despair.

No desire to live is the exact representation that her eyes had then.

He remembers the last moment her eyes had darted towards his eyes that moment he felt his breath knocked out of him. As he remembers he fell back on the bed, feeling the harsh pounding in his head.

"Son". His mother called softly, watching her son's agony in his guilt

He opens his agonising eyes, watching his mother pleading for answers she doesn't have answers to.

"Did you see what they did to her? How can they be so cruel?"

"Unfortunately. that's the world we have created over generations". His mother said, holding his hand to stabilize him, "We have lost the patience and human inside of us. We are running after some demon we are unaware of. We are blinded by their lust that their black heart has stopped feelings. Their eyes were all on her, but her rejection hurt their fragile ego that they took out on her. Rejection is the worse form that not many can accept in our society. Jealously is the second with which have most of the people blinded themselves. Looking around everyone is suffering. It's not the work of one but all".

"She didn't cry. She didn't beg. She didn't even scream through her pain". He said suffocated, "I-I would have screamed. I wouldn't have been able to go through that pain. I would have done something even if I wasn't able to speak. She didn't protest even. Why? What happened to her?"

"This world broke her from within. A person whose soul is detached from them or ripped away from them then asks for nothing short of death". His mother said, hugging him as he cries in his mother warmth that sends comfort in his battling mind

"She wanted to die". He said, hugging his mother back, sniffing his mother's scent, "You didn't see when she was screaming in my hands and struggling against me. She looks like someone had placed a weight on her that she was desperately trying to remove, then she went numb. Like she had crushed herself under the weight".

"That's what the world does to some of its soul". His mother mumble brushing his messy brown hair

"I want to meet her".

He pulls back from his mother. Brushing his hand through his unruly hair, wiping the tears away, gathering his courage from his mother's comfort, "I just need to meet her once, please. I need to see her once".

The desperation in his voice was visible to everyone in the room.

"You need rest. The doctor said that you suffered some severe injuries and the stress is going to have your health worse. You can see her tomorrow". Laith spoke

He shakes his head vigorously because all he needs to do now is to look at her once. No matter what state she is in, he needs to see her and confirm her existence in this world.

"Let him leave and see her". His mother spoke

Laith nodded, bringing the wheelchair pushing him towards the Intensive care unit, where she slept in deep sleep. Laith stops outside the door, leaving him alone. He pushed his hand on the wheel dragging it near her bed. But all he can see was her side and tube that connects to her body granting her the lifeline.

He gritted his teeth as he tries to stand on his feet but failed about ten times until a scream ripped through him due to the pain from his injuries. He managed to take hold of himself as he sits beside her on the little space on her bed. He needed to see her closer even when he promised himself that he won't come near her.

Now he can look at each and every injury on her face and hands. The line from the rope on her wrists was visible as they cut through her wrist. Her face has many fading cuts and bruises, he was glad he was more involved in fighting because watching her being hit must have made him lose his mind.

Her eyes remain shut, her face pale, her lips blue and the only thing that gives his heart a little relief was the soft sound of the heart machine that shows her heartbeat and the way her chest rise and fall.

The door of her room opens and in walks, his senior- Izra looking at him confused as she wonders why he is here beside her? But she continues to read Caira's file checking her vitals and her progress. Izra didn't look satisfied.

"How is she?" He asked

His eyes remain on her disoriented face making his heart bleed

Izra sighs, "You are a doctor. You must know".

"What was taken?"

The words felt heavier than usual.

"I think I should start from the beginning. She was malnutrition, stressed- not normal stress but something that could take her life. Her body is weak- with no weight. I don't even think she has eaten in a while. Her drinking and smoking had caused her liver to be harmed. But since she is young, it didn't affect her too badly. She needed to be kept away from it immediately. What Laith told me she was stoned? That caused some deep wounds on her body which damaged her organs. Her stomach was targeted. S-She-".

Izra couldn't stay professional to the end. Caira was so young and so lifeless. It doesn't even look like she wanted to fight for herself. Izra had tended to her wounds, but in the end, when the people saw her wounds, they had cried. Izra had cried. She had never done that. She was determined to save her even if she doesn't want to live. She needed to save her. So she did it with tears in her eyes as everyone silently prayed along with her for her life. She has to live again, just once again.

"She will not be able to become a mother".

He could have sworn his heart stopped. For a minute or two, the shock courses through his body as he slowly registers the news.

She will never be a mother.

She cannot be a mother.

A mother.

Woman greatest joy.

Her biggest strength.

She won't be...won't be able to.

"I am sorry, Rayaan". Izra said, helplessly because she knows what it feels like to not being able to be a mother, "She was barely alive when she was brought in. She wasn't fighting. Her head was badly bleeding. Some internal bleeding that we had to tend to instantly. But there was a lot of damage that we couldn't possibly save her from everything".

Izra pauses, moving forward to look at the barely alive woman who isn't even ready to fight for herself after her last loss," She is so young. She needs to live".

"Not need to. She has to live". He mumbles, looking at her sleeping, "How long will she be gone for?"

"You know we don't have an answer to that". Izra said, walking away, leaving him in despairs

A month later:

The guilt starts to pool around him with the depth of an ocean.

Never-ending.

No one can describe how much one can feel guilty and in how many ways. Every single minute that ticked by, every second, he did his job as a doctor, spoke to his mother felt heavy. He and his mother hardly exchanged any words because their pain spoke more. Every minute he was able to look at the world. The colour of the world, smile, pain and every single little detail didn't affect him. Because all his thoughts were that she wasn't there.

He feels being consumed by darkness, like a demon hidden inside him taking over his senses. He started to have therapy from a doctor to stabilize and to function somehow.

He knows she was severely depressed.

That night when she had given in to his arms, waiting and anticipating for him to do every bad thing he could with her. He had seen that look that haunts him at night. He understood the depth of her depression couldn't be measured.

He was afraid it couldn't be healed.

He no longer wants to live. Dying seems so much better. Every breath feels like a task that he cannot do anymore. He felt the darkness within him becoming so powerful it knocks out all the light.

How does one break that bad?

He had only seen one chapter of her life that was her parents which still lingers and angers him every single time he thinks about it. He expected the slap or expected a reaction since no one will not react if their daughter was out all night, drunk and in different clothes with strangers.

However, the way they were so willing to end her life as if its value to nothing. Like she was a piece of old broken recorder that everyone wishes to throw away. That they throw away in the end.

For good or bad, who knows?

No one truly cares if a thing is thrown and how it ended. Just how the trash is thrown in the sea and most people don't even care. Because their space is clean from it and that's all that matters.

Human has found a way to always take the easy route and appreciate then cover it perfectly.

He knows that chapter he had seen then was just a small teaser of her life. He was scared to know more. He tried to assure his heart that she will open her eyes and they will fight for all the wrongs done to her.

Perhaps she had finally decided to never ever have this world know the injustice they did to her.

She was done.