The pain is killing me!

Ilham's pov:

I was in my room and called that ugly sister of mine.

She always does what other people tell her to do.

She is too excellent.

That is the reason why I hate her.

No matter how bad my parents are to her, she always respects them.

I had despised that about her as well.

Are you asking if I am not just being jealous of her?

Hmm, Not really.

I have more than her, and I am more beautiful than her.

Now do not tell me looks do not matter. Characteristics do.

I never believed in that since my mother gave birth to me.

I always thought I was higher than other people and that no one was on my level.

After a while, I remembered that I had called her a long time ago, but she was still not there.

I called her again, but she still did not answer me.

I stood up, being so mad at her.

How dare she still not be here while I am calling her.

Who does she think she is?

I went out of the room and searched for her, cursing her in my mind.

First, I went to her room, but she was not there, and I went to the kitchen, but she was not there either.

Wait! Did mom do something to her again? I asked myself.

Did I just care about her?

No, of course not.

I never care about anyone else other than me.

Probably mom did something to her again.

The fact that she is not here means she is outside.

Oh, Wait!

Do not tell me mom put her in that room.

Let it. Mia probably deserves it.

I just go outside to make sure she is there, but I see Danish.

Ugg! He is always so overprotective over her. He always comes up for Mia while she pushes him away.

I looked weird at him, but he asked me, ''what I am doing here?'' I told him that I was searching for Mia.

''How did you know she was here?''

Idiot, you just told me yourself.

I tell him, and he slaps himself and says, "Oh," but then again, he looks at me and asks me why I care about her.

Does he think I care about her?

I tell him that it is not his business and walk towards the room.

Danish pov:

After telling me that it is not my business, she walks toward the room.

OH no, I must think of something before she goes in and causes problems.

Wait! Ilham!

I think mom is calling you. Hurry up and go to her. You know how she can be. I say to her.

She stops and says ''Oh! I will go to her then.''

I sign in relief and go back to Mia.

She looked at me and asked me who it was.

It was Ilham.

"What did she want?"

I cannot tell her she was seeking for her.

Maybe, she will be shocked, so I tell her instead that she was searching for me.

"Oh," she says, not believing me.

To change the topic, I asked her if she had finished her food, and she lets me see the empty bowl while her face became red from the embarrassment.

I just laugh at her and ask her if she still has hungry.

She shook her head and placed the bowl on the ground.

While doing that, she winced in pain, and I remembered I had to treat her wounds.

I ask her if she is alright, and then I pick up the bandage and the pain killer from the ground.

First, I give her the pain killers, and she takes them with a cup of water.

After she had finished, I looked at her head to see if the wound was too big, but fortunately, it was not that big. It doesn't need any stitches.

I picked up the bottle from the ground and put some water on her head to clean the blood and dirt on her wound.

I heard that putting water on the wound is better than using alcohol.

After I finish cleaning Mia's wound, I pick up the bandage and put it save around her wound so that it will not fall off easily.

I asked her if I needed to help her with the wounds on her body.

"No, thank you, Dani," she says while smiling.

I look shocked at her.

Did you just call me Dani?? I ask her.

"No, I never said that," she says.

She used to call me Dani when we were younger because we were very close then but then when we were getting older, she started to distance herself from me and wouldn't play with me, and she wouldn't even talk to me.

If I asked her if she was alright and what was wrong, she would be rude to me and say that it wasn't my business.

Alright. Rest well.

I say to her and call me if you need anything.

She smiles and says, "Okay. I will," and I walk away.

Mia pov:

I know I called him Dani, but even I was shocked when I heard myself calling him the name I did not say in such a long time.

I know I hurt him a lot, but I promised myself that I wouldn't let anyone in since my own family started to act unfairly.

After today, I don't know what happened to me, but it feels like I can trust him and that he won't hurt me.

I do not know if this path that got opened for me will be me having to bear more pain or if I can find some peace finally.

Thinking about that made me quite afraid.

What if my life gets worse? I asked myself this question over and over again.

Just the thought of it being true makes me anxious.

After a while, I tell myself that it will be alright.

I take off my clothes.

My wounds are still open, and blood is coming out.

I gasp at seeing it and tell myself that I am proud of myself for being this strong.

I started to clean my wounds.

I began with my arms and stomach and went down to my legs, and while doing that, I cried out of pain.

More blood started to come out, and I screamed in pain.

Danish starts banging on the door and asks me, "if I am fine?"

I cry out louder and fall to the ground. Danish comes in with his back to me.

I thought it was out of respect for me and put a blanket around myself.

When Danish made sure I was covered, he turned to me with worry in his eyes. When he sees that I am shivering and crying in pain, he runs toward me and puts me in a hug.

"Are you okay? What happened?" he asks me, but when he sees that I am not answering him, he holds me in his arms and shushes me.

It hurts so much Danish.

The pain is killing me. I say.

He looks at me with guilt in his eyes.

I see tears in his eyes.

I close the gap between us and hug him as well.

At this moment, all I could think of was him being here and not anywhere else.

I was happy that I wasn't alone, that there was someone that cared for me.

I had forgotten about my pain and only thought about the warmth and love he gave me.