Blame

She woke up in the morning. It was raining. One another day in her life… a day same as yesterday, full of hopes, a fear of being isolated from the whole world, a desperation to get back to the past where she came from.

Magna walked up to the window and looked through it. It was all hazy. The darkness of the clouds had hidden the soft shimmer of the morning sun. She wondered if it was the situation of her life… darkness everywhere… darkness reducing and then, vanishing… as slowly after the rain, the weather becomes sunny again.

She wished she could get the same respect, love, once again but she also feared that she would be leading the same life, full of shame, sorrows, despondency… forever, for a crime she had not committed.

Days were unforgettable, dreadful. Three men. One girl. And she got raped. Since then, she had not been able to live a single moment of happiness. At first, she’d been tortured and after that… after that she had to face a world where victims are considered wrong and not the criminals, a world where rape is not the fault of rapists but the girl who gets raped… a place where rape victims are thought be a sign of ‘impurity’.

Magna could not bear it, anymore. She could not hear people talking nonsense about her, her clothes, that night and particularly, her character. Her so-called friends had already started avoiding her just because their parents wanted them to stay away of a ‘characterless, impure’ girl. Nobody was ready to help, people made faces seeing her. Magna, forcibly, had to accept this dark truth of her life. Was it her fault? Was, actually, Magna, to be blamed?

With each day, Magna found herself more isolated, more insecure than before. She could not think of any possible way. She was trapped in a cage and there was no escape. She was unnecessarily being dragged to a situation, which she did not belong to. However, Hopes were still there.

Magna stared out of the window, at the haziness outside. She wanted it to disappear. She wanted a bright beginning, without dishonor. She wanted people to trust her for something she has not done.

Now, it was up to the destiny. Where at one side, things could have been better, bestowing a happy life upon Magna, the other side was still immersed in brutality, pain, disrespect, hatred and immense sorrow. It was a trap, which would bind Magna into itself and would inject her with daily doses of hopelessness, torture and a thing even worse than death…