Hurt

I wasn't the kind of guy who respected girls excluding my mom and sister(whom i loved dearly). It once happened that I was deceived by a girl who used me to hook up with my friend. And so began my grudge for the opposite sex. I used to tease, eve-tease, harass and what-not with the girls in my college. It so once happened that a new girl came to our class. She was quite petite, and wasn't at all attractive but the innocence I could see in her face; that used to itch me up inside. My psyche was in a world where it believed that all women are wrong. I couldn't handle the purity that adorned her. But still I couldn't get the courage to be mean with her. The waves of my heartbeat and the neurons of my psycho brain were confusing me beyond relief.And there was she going on with her life. Which I think wasn't going very well. She was always alone.In class no one would talk to her, no one would assist her in the tasks until forced by our teacher. And I thought what is wrong with her? Why doesn't she behave like all the b*****s, bitching about their so called besties behind their back, stealing each others boyfriends, sleeping with the rich and powerful. And the most stupefying fact why was she revolving in my mind. I just couln't handle it. I once cornered her in the library when the teacher wasn't present. I told her she deserved punishment for being so off beat. I tried to bring my lips near her collarbone. She just stared into my eyes. The black pupils radiated with a shine I couldn't understand. She didn't screamed, neither told me to back off. She just told me "Actions have consequences". Nothing else. What the f**k? I yelled inside my mind. I just let her go. She walked out casually. But I couldn't let her go off my mind. My test results had came out and I had failed terribly. I was mad, brutally mad. I had to unleash my agony somewhere. And I thought of her. She was walking by the same street where I had followed her the previous day(Stalker tendencies). I cornered her again and again those innocent eyes lacking the malice inside me, starred ahead. But she just brought her lips close to mine and kissed me, and it took me a minute to realize what the heck had just happened. I was lost in other world, Beyond the beyond. I just looked at her as tears began pouring out of her eyes and before I could say something she ran off. And confused and mesmerized I just stood there. It took me twilight to reach home. I was dazed by that incident. But I knew that the waves of my heartbeat had encapsulated the waves of my psycho brain. I came home happy but the situation in the house was something else. My mom held my sister in her arms, and they both were crying piteously. I asked them to explain the situation. It took a while for my sister to cool off before she could tell that few boys of the college tried to take her with them in their van. But a girl came to rescue her. And as my sis ran away they took hold of the girl. My sis went there with a traffic policeman but nor the wan nor the boys or that girl were anywhere to be found. The boys had dumped her body after raping her outside our house. Mom had taken her to our guest room. I ran towards it to thank her and as I entered the room, I fell back with fear. She was the petite girl from my class, the same one who had kissed me recently, with whom I have fallen in love with. I just couldn't bear it. I grabbed her as she started to cry seeing me, And I too cried with her. She'd said that actions have consequences. After that incident her parents escorted her elsewhere. I tried to find her but I couldn't. But I couldn't forgive myself. Years later here I am, as head of the N.G.O that helps rape victims. And I still wish she would come someday and forgive me.

Author's Note

Readers beware the story is way too of plot holes, faults and is a worthless peice of shit. I just wanted to see if I can experiment with a romance story mixed with a dark essence such as rape and a terrible protagonist.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is a brilliant story. Please remove self-deprecating remarks from authors notes becuz it’s too hammish to act all modest when you’re this good. You need to own it & be a leader on this website. This is a great example of a genre that’s rarely seen on this website, so you could have a niche here & inspire others to try their hand at something in a similar vein. I’m not sure I’ll be singing your praises when I get to one of your super-dark pieces, but as long as you balance things out with some of these delightfully spooky writes, I will be taking some inspiration from you for sure. Especially around Halloween which is the only time I get freaky (ha! Ha!) No really, tho. This is written like a run-on sentence & there are some places where you explain too much & you could hold back to set up for a surprise meeting in the street, for example. You could be daydreaming about the last time you stalked her, but seemingly not stalking her at that moment. Then, boom! You run into her & you’re both sprawled on the ground. This story could use a little spicing up like that, instead of being told in a plodding way – this happened, then this happened. But aside from such improvements, lots of story writers aren’t this good when they post a polished piece! I can’t wait to see what else you have (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Shubham Sharma]

Thank you. Literally your review saved me. I had given up all hopes on story-writing. Because I am very bad when it comes to dialogues. Maybe I am an introvert and because of that it happens. However, I do have a knack of inventing unique and experimental plots on my mind. Someday when I have harnessed power over my dialogue writing skills, I think I'll write a best-seller.

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A thing that is confusing to me specially for this generation is if any not normal like things happens why their brain just have to say WTF??? Even all know how it means...! (Nevermind..left on them☺)
All the odds happened wasn't done willingly by you (the character)..but twas necessary for a lesson as your mischievousness could've went out of the bounds!
But again at the last the soul that rot was of a girl...
Thoughtful read...!!

[Shubham Sharma]

Yeah this is one of my worst experimental stories. I sometimes hate myself why I had wrote this but something was better than nothing.

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Indeed agreed!

[Amber Kayy]

I loved this, So helpful.

[Shubham Sharma]

Thank you. It was helpful for me to find that you think this story was helpful.