21

The bad memories often come back to you in your nightmares, disturbing the once peaceful moments of life.

I was always a firm believer of love.

Growing up, mom and dad had loved me, pampering my little self to such extent that it was impossible to live without them. Once, I tried to lock myself in the room all angry just because mama hadn’t bought me my favorite chocolate, but then daddy came running with a bag full of sweets and candies.

Those days were the best days. No sadness, nothing. As time passed slowly, everything crumbled down, leaving me in utter emptiness.

That day when he brought me to visit my dad, the naive girl within me thought he was going to let us live but I was wrong.

Extremely wrong.

He killed daddy infront of my eyes, slowly yet with immense torture.

With daddy, he killed my soul as well.

“Celestina?”

Stay with me. The film was on repeat, cruelly. His dead gaze had erased me from this numb world. There was nothing I could do. Only to blame myself.

The biggest