Never Mine

Chapter-3

For coming one month my morning started with crying and night ended with wiping my tears. I had given up on all the hopes for life. I have never hurt anyone in my life. Then why the hell, this tumor decided to grow inside my brain. Why it chose me out of everyone around me?

That mean, rude Tyler was free from every disease and I sweetest girl on this planet was harbouring this tumor in my head. I hate my life. I hate God for being so unfair to me. I hate myself for provide life to my death.

I was completely hopeless and helpless. I was in blues of my health. One day I was sitting inside my room and staring out of my window. I saw people dressed and going towards their destination. Someone might be waiting for them there. They were working for their loved one and make their life worth living.

"Why am I alive?" I asked myself.

"I have no one to look after for. No one is there to look after me. What am I doing in this cruel world? This world is not meant for me. I do not belong to this world."

The old memories of my childhood started flashing in front of me. I saw my mother in garden, watering plants. She was a Botanist. She used to have every species of flowers in her personal garden. She was a beautiful woman. I inherited most of my looks from her. Her long red hairs with curls reached upto her hips. She preferred keeping her hairs loose. Her beautiful green eyes were prettiest in this world. Her full lips added to her glory. Her smile made me forget about all those silly childhood and teen age worries.

My father was a business man. He owned textile industry. His clothing range named "EMINENCE" was unbeatable. He was king of textile.

My mom and dad met at some seminar in Paris and dad had gone crazy over mom's beauty. He proposed her in the seminar itself. After some dating they married. I was born to them after two years of wedding.

My parents loved me and I was their only child. I got my eyes from my father, same blue dreamy eyes. Rest everything belonged to my mom.
I was 12 when I heard that my parents had an accident. I rushed to hospital but my parents were dead by then.
Later police told me that my parents were murdered by some hired mob. I was a coward. I never attended hearing of their murders's trail. Their death broke me. I moved to Sebastopol from my home land. Here no one knew about me. Living a loser's life was easy here.

I should have fought for justice, for my parents rather than running. I was a worthless daughter who never cared about her parents.

I started crying again. Those mob guys killed my parents physically and I killed my parents soul for not fighting for justice.

This life and all the money I get from their company, I did not deserve it. I did not deserve this life. That tumor did justice by ruining my life.
I saw a knife lying over my table. I picked it up and with one swift motion, I slashed my wrist. Red blood started coming out of my wrist with-in seconds and started covering bed sheet. Soon I felt light headed and my vision blurred.
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