14

Shazia's P. O. V.

Looking at the photograph of my dead parents, I sighed, living alone was not easy.

when nobody waits for you at night, nobody looks out when you are coming back, what would you call it? freedom or loneliness? loneliness is what I feel right now.

like there is a void in my chest that is hurting, hurting so bad that even my tears choke.

am I that bad that they did not stay? Don't I deserve them to stay with me?

keeping the photograph in my purse, I looked at the dark alley, each day I fought with the darkness around but what about the void in me?

will that ever be filled?

Setting the silencer in my gun I walked towards the ally, "I am here," I said standing at the place with the white chalk mark. this was what I had been told to come to.

"You keep getting sexier every time I see you," a voice made me turn around as i looked at Wahid, a person I am not so fond of.

"And you keep getting uglier, try plastic surgery someday, maybe you'll be able to fix that vomit-worthy fa