"I saw it always coming for me,
When it was always 'we',
So I am going to run away,
To a town I can hide,
From the world away which was never mine."
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Zohra's pov
I sure talk a lot about a dream, that’s what has kept me alive in this world full of chaos. I don't know what's happening here, anymore. I just don't want to be chased by demons of lies, hiding beneath my bed, ready to eat me alive.
I still wonder, if it could have been better. If I only didn't interfere in my parent’s business. It's so shocking they do this to me. I know it all, but my mouth always seals the dirty secrets, which can destroy me, my parents and everyone else.
I still wonder why he is not talking to me anymore. He didn't wish to stay quiet like this. I know him, maybe I don't. I just know him what he wants me to know about him.
He is there seating across me on the sofa so calm, so easy unlike me; where there is storm brewing inside me. Why?