Into the DarknessA Story by Aastha TyagiThis is a small piece of work that introduces a young school girl, Sophia in the setting of Domestic Violence at home and how she creates her own dark world to escape reality.She walks in the blistering heat,
clutching to the Maths exam paper that is engraved with the letter ‘F’ in red.
No stranger to the burning sensation of scorching concrete beneath her feet,
she avoids the shorter way home. Instead, she transforms the disfigured
pavement into hard rocks with lava underneath them. To protect herself from the
red-hot liquid, she hurdles over the dusty gravel and jumps on to the rock-solid
path until she reaches home. Letting the lava devour her test
paper, she enters the building that has dilapidated over the years " leaving
hues of grey and brown behind. She walks past the unlocked wooden door that screeches
in the silence. The heavy curtains wrap the apartment in a layer of darkness
that blinds her eyes. ‘Ouch!’ she flinches. The sole of her
shoe collides with a shard of glass that manages to pierce through her soft
skin, gushing blood. Calmly moving the broken pieces to the side, she shambles
through the chaotic apartment and leaves a trail of blood in her path. The usual stench of putrid flesh, vinegary socks
and alcohol welcomes her in. Piles of unwashed clothes have carpeted the tile
floor, absorbing the trembling of her feet as she walks further in " leaving
just silence behind. ‘Ma?’ She slightly opens the door. It creaks
louder than the one before. ‘Ma?’ she whispers again and clenches
to the water bottle hanging around her neck, with ‘Sophia’ written on it. No one answers. The heavy pounding of Sophia’s chest,
accompanied with short uneven breaths, fills her ears. She walks further in. Ma
sits in a corner of the room with her legs clasped against her chest, hiding in
the dark. Ma is alive. Sophia loosens her grasp on the
bottle. Ma’s face is shielded by her tangled black locks, hiding the
pain-filled eyes from her daughter. It is too late. Though the motionless
figure looks down at the cold floor, the silence has spoken for the storm
earlier. Sophia wants to hold Ma in her tiny arms. She wants to remind Ma that
she is loved. Wants to help Ma stand on her feet again. To break the wall that has
built between the two of them. But she knows that she cannot. She walks out of the room and closes
the creaking door. She walks further out, past the musty clothes and emptied
tin cans, past the shattered glass and past the wooden door. She continues walking
until she reaches the lava, but this time she lets the lava broil her feet. She
keeps walking further away until she reaches the darkness, until all she can feel
is pure hollowness. But she doesn’t stop there. She walks further away into the
hollowness until she reaches her own world. A world where glass could not tear
her skin. A world where lava could not reach her unripe heels. A world where she could see Ma smiling through
the bruised lips and bloodshot eyes.
A world where darkness would not mean
fear. © 2015 Aastha TyagiAuthor's Note
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Added on February 1, 2015Last Updated on February 5, 2015 Tags: flash fiction, short story, character/setting, imagery, domestic violence, childhood, dark reality AuthorAastha TyagiNew Delhi, IndiaAboutHi, I am Aastha and I am studying International Relations at the University of Exeter. I am currently in the process of publishing my first book I hope that you like my work. Xx Follow me on twitter .. more..Writing
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