Dark Light (Part 2)

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I watched her walk through the rest of her life like she had rented it; honestly, I felt pity for her because of the hard knocks she took on every corner of her life. Since after her uncle, her dreams became horror movies, her diary was The Boogey man’s to-do list; she was indeed painstakingly convoluted. She had grown into a young woman with the illusion of having total control over her life, which, by the way, was set on a path of revenge.

She still managed to excel in her high school finals and college entry examinations because she was bent on getting well educated. The university seemed like a haven for her. I remember when she came into the premises for the first time, she stood at the gate of her newly self-proclaimed home, a warm smile that spelt ‘freedom’ by every letter drowned her face, her watery eyes darted to and fro her new home. This was all she wanted, she was free!!! Or so she thought…

Scaling through school was not an issue to her until her third year. She had excelled marvelously through her first two years of college without any single hitch. This was shocking, even for me, as she rode on a smooth milky way for two years without exciting the taste buds in the eyes of the badmashes and voracious predators lurking around almost every facet of her educational edifice. She had kept her encounter with her uncle a secret from her parents as she was sure they would spit back at her. The rapist, in turn, had just told her parents how much of a nymphomaniac she is and how she thought she could take advantage of the fact that he and his wife were having recurring sessions of squabbles, within and outside the walls of their marriage, or whatever is left of it. Financially, she had totally crumbled; emotionally, a moment of silence please; educationally, she was slowly losing touch. Vulnerability overwhelmed her entire being like huge waves at Hawaii in November. And then, as expected, the wolves crawled out of their caves and followed the sweet smell of a young, very beautiful and intelligent prey. She needed money, she needed shelter, she needed food, she needed comfort, her guard was down in a split second; she was emotionally and physically weak.

Now here she was, a school dropout, standing under the rain, leaving the apartment of a huge and hairy man who, she made sure, had taken a fatal OD of hard drugs the previous night. She opened her bag to make sure the bloody syringe was still there, it was. She sighed heavily as she sat in the taxi. She knew she had won but she was slowly absorbing it. Is this the fulfillment she had since longed for? I watched her through my window blinds as she came down from the taxi. Now that she had taken revenge on her uncle, what next?