MOTHERLY AFFECTION...

SIA'S POV

Sunlight was trying to peek in, from the glass walls in my room, but the drawn curtains, were getting in it's way.

The atmosphere felt gloomy, because of the darkness in the room. I was still sitting, with my back against the side of my queen size bed, looking blankly at the wall in front of me. My hairs were disheveled. My eyes were swollen, but void of any kind of emotion now.

People failed to undertand me. They thought

my eyes were cold, but that was not true. My eyes were dead, just like my dead heart. I often had to place my hand on my heart, to assure myself, that it was still beating and I was still alive. But knowing, that I was still alive, was more painful. I had to endure everything and still stay alive. It was my cruel fate.

I looked down at my hands. They say, that the lines on your hands can describe, what is in your fate, but the lines on my hands, have always been so dull. I guess