You are hurting her!

I am sorry, I say, crying.

I won't do it again, mom, please.

I beg you. It is hurting.

"Does it seem like I care?" She says.

She hit me with more force till her arms were tired, and that is when she stopped.

She grabs my hair and turns my head in her direction.

"If you do something like this again, I will do something worse to you than I just did," she says.

I look at her and shake my head, saying that I won't do it again.

After that, she went away, and I lay on the ground, hoping that the pain would be gone.

After a while, I went to the bathroom and took my clothes off.

I hissed when I saw blood.

I quickly went into the shower, and when the water touched me, I groaned in pain.

After a few minutes, I go out of the shower and look at myself in the mirror.

There was still blood coming out at some parts, but I just put my clothes back on since I couldn't go to the doctor and I didn't have something to apply to my wounds.

I grab a shawl on my way to hide my injuries from my siblings and my father.

I went downstairs and saw that they were already home.

I went to my parents and siblings and asked them what they wanted for dinner.

My mom looks at me and says that I need to make rice with chicken.

"Make it delicious. We don't want to eat trash like you," mom says.

Okay, mom, I say

While walking away, I see that my brother is looking at me, but I ignore it. I went to the kitchen and started preparing for dinner when my brother walked into the kitchen.

He came near me and asked me if I was okay.

I am fine Danish, I say.

"No, you are not, and your face is getting pale, and you look like you are in pain.

Tell me the truth, did mom do something to you??" He asks me.

No, she didn't and get out of the kitchen now.

When I raise my hand, I hiss in pain, and he comes near me.

"Are you okay??" He asks me

I am fine, not something big. I just hurt my arm.

He looks suspiciously at me.

All of a sudden Danish grabs my arm and pulls my shirt up.

He looks shocked at my injuries and asks, " who did this to you? Did mom do this??"

No, she didn't do anything to me. Now just leave me alone and get out of here.

"No, I won't go until you tell me who did this to you."

Danish, please, just go.

When he saw that I really meant it, he said, "this is not over yet," and walked away.

I sigh and finish the dinner before mom screams again.

Sometimes I am afraid that my body can't take this anymore, That my body will give up too soon, and it makes me scared because that makes me weak, and I don't want them to see that I am weak.

Whatever they do to me, I want to let them see that I am strong, that I don't need them and that this is happening because it is my fate.

A while later, my mom screams, saying, " where is the food?? What is taking you so long??

I have already finished, mom, I say.

"What are you waiting for then?? Do you think we have all the time??"

I groan and bring the food to the table.

I saw that they were all glaring at me, so I just went back to the kitchen.

I began to wash the dishes.

After a while, someone came into the kitchen and knowing that it was my brother, I just carried on with the dishes. Out of nowhere, he put something before me.

What is that?? I ask him

"That is medicine," he says.

"You need to put it on your injuries."

You do not need to pity me, I say.

"I am not pitying you. I am doing it because I care for you,"

I know, I know, I say in my head, and I do too. It is just that I am afraid that I will get hurt someday. That he is lying and that it is all an act.

"Are you crying??" He asks me.

I touched my cheek and felt something wet, and that is when I knew that I was crying.

"Hey," he says to me.

It is fine, I know what you are thinking, and that won't happen," he says, and then he walks toward me and hugs me, and that is when my mom comes into the kitchen.

I looked at her, and if you could kill someone with your eyes, I would already be dead on the spot.

"Danish!! Let her go, right now." She says

Danish looked at her and let me go.

"Why, mom?? What is wrong??" He asks her.

"Are you seriously asking me that right now??"

"Yes, mom, I am, so tell me why," he says.

"How can you hug her?? How can this disgusting monster??" She says.

"Mom, are you serious?? She is your child."

"Stop!! Don't you ever say that again! She is nothing to me. She is just someone that works in this house. She is no more than a maid," she says.

"Mom, how can you say that to your child???" Danish asks.

Danish, it is alright.

She is right.

I am nothing more than a maid to her. I say, tears in my eyes.

She comes near me and grabs my hair.

Come with me right now, I warned, and you took it as a joke.

"Mom, let her go. You are hurting her!" Danish says.

"If you come near her right now, I will take it as if you choose her over your mother." She says.

"Mom, are you seriously letting me choose between you two??"

"Yes! And the choice is yours." She says.

He stands still and looks at me with pity in his eyes.

It is okay danish, do not worry about me.

She will not do something. I say.

My mom grabs my hair harder and walks away with me.

What is she going to do with me?? I know that she will not take this lightly. She looks so mad.

She brought me outside to the garden.

There was a small room that was half broken, and when it was raining, the rain would come through the ceiling.

I had not expected this, but she threw me into the room.

I tried to stand still, but I failed. I banged my head on the wall. I fell to the ground.

"I warned you, but you did not listen to me, and this is your punishment.

You are going to sleep here. I do not want to see you at my house." She says.

Mom, please, I can not sleep in here. It is too cold, I say.

"You should have thought about that before you pissed me off again," she says.

She walks away, and then I begin to cry.

Why is life so hard on me??

I sit down and feel pain in my head.

I touch it and see that there is blood on my hands.

Oh no!! Not again, please, I say.

I try to stand up and look around the room, but I feel soo dizzy that I just sit down again. After crying for what seemed like hours, I fell asleep.

I wake up and see that it is already dark. After a moment, I hear footsteps coming toward me.

Thinking that it was mom, I pushed my legs to my chest and began to shake and pray that she wouldn't do anything harmful to me.