Chapter 13th (Victim card)

I don't know when I began to see things this way or if things were this way forever, only...I was the one holding the blindfold on.

'Don't suffocate within all the revolving thoughts...just let it out simply as if exhaling the air...'

'...Pfft... as if breathing was ever an easier task?' I slapped those mindful words which were urging for ...but I guess I have long ago surrendered my freeship to hear, speak or see by my (own) damn hands.

'Let it out, queen, let it all out, spill it like a flood, let it revolt, cause revolution is the key to freeship...freeship from guilt, from your past and please fucking stop manipulating present because of that manipulated past you have feed in!'

A manipulated past I have fed in?! Was I...

'Guddu...your grandma is such a homewrecker!'

'YOU ARE JUST LIKE YOUR GRANDMA...all worn out and useless!'

as the hesitation seeps in...those words all so familiar were all of a sudden like multiple needles within my hair and I am a voodoo doll? Wait... a manipulated voodoo doll!

"DAMN GIRL...just let yourself free for once! And tell me everything unbiased!"

Unbiased?

'Shanti devi part two'

'Nfff...NO!

"Dash...I want to do so, but..."

"BUT WHAT?" He cried questioning the most painful voice that ever escaped my throat, which almost terrified me but... I continued-

" If I do as you insist maybe I will end up becoming one person I hate the most"

"Excuses, excuses?! How long are you going to play that victim card for?"

My heart lost a beat or two,

Victim card?!

"What is this silence for? You can be biased but I am a cutthroat unbiased I do speak everything as it appears! Not as the manipulated words which you have absorbed! "

Honestly, I was on the verge of bursting into tears...yeah, I am heartbroken. and who shouldn't have been, when you were a lying corpse and then...something like this happens,

Honestly 2.0, if I were in those shoes, I would have tormented even before...cause I do...indeed...I am the true definition of a victim card!

"Queen..."

Abruptly, all the growl of an angry wolf turns into the purr of a puppy,

"Weren't you the only one who said every man holds the tendency to be a better version of himself only thing which shall hold a man down is...himself, his self-loath, his tendency to neglect and..."

"Becoming victim" I completed the sentence almost bathing in the purest lack of knowledge that I had as if forgot of.

"Atta girl"

He had every right to scream and snap away from me but...he just didn't.

Even if I was like ever playing the victim...while spilling the accusation on other victims.

Does that mean... my grandma was just a victim herself before being that proclaimed I have been taught of?!

Is even an ounce of this Debate worth it or was my this try to be unbiased going to go down in the utmost vein as my previous attempt has been?

(Hey readers,

so much of battle for a night already and I am being Buddha at these recent hours so gather it already peasants

Night

Yours,

Author)