Yoesel, a young girl in her late teens was pursuing her high
schooling. As her name indicates, she was indeed a source of radiance whose
sheen would outcast darkness that lay on the path ahead. Not only is
she physically equipped to attract as many as that gain a glimpse of her, but
her moral etiquette enshrined in her being of existence outwitted every
being’s morality. Neither was anyone in par with her level of understanding,
depth of knowledge and intelligence.
It wasn't long before her graduation from high school that she had to face
the turmoil of her bloodline being partitioned. It was like her flesh being
torn apart when her parents had their separate ways. She lost her identity for
the genes that dominated her, the combination of alleles of both of them lost their identity and significance. She was lost in the seclusion of her demoralized
being.
For an instant, she wished she wasn't ushered to this world
in the first place. Had this been the case, neither the pain inflicted on her
would have agonized her. The pain of being deflowered by the hands that raised
her was intolerable. Neither did the incessant drops from her eyes ebb the
mental turbulence soaring in her.
Her existence in the world of delusion took a heavy toll on
her well being. The initial urge and the determination to ascend higher in her life
took an abrupt descend. She lost her focus in life. Nothing good happened to
her than she being rewarded with loads of humiliation, remorse and hatred that
consumed her at the end of each day.
With her mother gone away, her home was nothing more than a
deserted land. It was unimaginable and even more nerve-wrecking, having to bear
the consequence of an unkempt tragedy. It became more of an abandoned house that
haunted her day in and out. She felt left out a chick in her nest with never a
hope of her mother returning with the picked grains.
The tragedy had the visionary outline of good and bad blurred for
her. For the first time in her life, she found herself indulging in things which
she never even thought she will be a part of. She found solace to her mental
agony with substances she hasn't even seen before. At the cost of her being
intoxicated, she opted for it in an attempt to alleviate herself to a state of
bliss. It remained the only trick that killed the envying rage in her upon
spotting her friends with their parents or talks of them being encased by the
web of parental love and care.
I like that way you plot story. Keep writing.
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