Hadeonic Scene encountered!

Three seniors took her body and started to do blow job and hand sex. Two guys were masturbating by seeing her condition.She became a lifeless leaf and sleeping listlessly on the floor waiting Virgin Mary to stop this ordeal. She was bleeding from her genitalia and they were sucking it through their mouth. It was as if those seniors were planning vendetta against her. While first senior was about to unzip his pants we all reach there. I felt puking seeing this scene. While all teachers caught them and charged molestation case in them.

I saw her face. She was in an unconscious state and I was told to go back to class and to keep this thing private. She was taken into the hospital. I started blaming myself for the ruckus I created. I started to loathe my drawings. Although, I used to keep her art in my pocket. Art is a process to beautify your mind and give nourishment to your five elements of body. She had boobs that's why she was beaten mercilessly. She was an elixir for those conscientious one who inspires, whose art cases are not limited in a trashy cans. She was a seven crayon who reflects the aurora of painting hope. She was drinking star to make this world, cupping for innocence. But she was made broken as the branches of saplings and how she will be handled? Will she be blamed? Will she come out stronger as a skittish horse. She will fume or burst into bubbles. Time knows.

I started blaming my self and disgusted with my drawing thinking it as a wall which brought her in this fracas. They says an art which soothes balm in people's heart but the same art became the possible thwart bringing her into detrimental consequences. I started puking myself to the hell and went back to heavy health issues. I was strictly consulted to do bed rest as I was in an insomniac stage with an acute depression. For two months I went to Yoga, Meditation classes and I return back normally. I decided to further my knowledge in photography. Henceforth, I went back to art class just to collect my certification and validation.

I went there and I happen to meet my two benchmates. They told that after that class incident she went to different Karate Classes which is a self defense class and she came here in this institute to complete her course. She was no longer a same girl. They stated that she had shaved her hair, she started wearing unisexual dresses and she has hugely transformed in her creative artisry. She had won a scholarship from an institute as a brave artist and she is pursuing back to other country.

I asked, " Did she kept asking about me and how about that seniors?"

To no avail yes, she got to know about my health situation and those seniors were rusticated and sent to the trauma center and the reason is mystery. Nobody knew about that sinewy incident except me.

I pursed my lips and hugged them for imparting stuffs. And I went back to my place, my career, into my silent atmosphere.