Destroy an already destroyed soul?

Being the progeny of druggie parents isn’t a piece of cakewalk. There are scars, pain, a constant battle that needs to be fought and a feeling of sheer helplessness. A home which is meant to provide you with warmth, love and security turns out to be a place where you dread to go. The music blaring makes you want to cringe, the smell of alcohol suffocates you and the presence of unknown people makes you hide somewhere in the corner of your room. She could hear people laughing, shouting and slurring downstairs. She knew tomorrow would be another messy day for her, with all the heaps of syringes, bottles strewn everywhere and even her parents lying somewhere on her floor. It gets worse when she sees her father forcing her mother to sleep with his friends because that’s an easy way to get hold of more drugs. Sometimes when her mother would be sober, she would rebel and would get beaten up badly. Lost in her thoughts, she heard a blood curling scream coming from downstairs. She rushed out of her room to find her mother lying in a pool of blood and her father hovering over her mother’s body with a vase in his hand. She knelt beside her mother’s body and checked her pulse, she found none. Yes she was never a good mother, yes she has beaten her blue and black, but nonetheless she was her mother.

After her mother’s funeral, she resumed her work back. It was the same story as ever, random men knocking at her door, sleazy comments being hurled at her and the same sleepless nights. It was a tiring day for her and on her way back all she could see for a moment was darkness. 

When she opened her eyes, she found herself lying on a king sized bed adorned with a blood red sheet. There were men all around, the skimpy clothes barely covering her naked body. It was then she noticed a man leaving that room with a bag full of cash, he turned one last time and gave her a cruel/ sad smile? Realization dawned upon her; she was sold by her father. 

And here I am today as the most sought after escort in the town. “They did bare my body that day but my soul is shielded yet forever” 

 Written by
- Aishwarya Anand

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