It hurts. The painful scream heard brings sorrow to my shattered heart. I hope it ends soon, I wish to rest. I hope to rest she lour. Those were the thoughts that filled her mind.
Kafi was eight when the fury began. The hunt for her fragile soul was a success. The thought of her heart being shattered brought more ear piercings screaming as she held her heart in pain.
Her eyes were stormy so were the years spent after the incident. Fourteen ol' years have passed by but the pain never left. They hunt her very soul as if they own it. She had lost it all. The pride in her very being is all gone.
She wondered why she was born into such a family. Her tormenting hell place. It would have been better if she came into this world as a bird so she can spread her wings and fly to wherever her heart goes but... She isn't a bird. She was born a human. A big mistake.
She has a lot of wishes and continues hoping heaven will smile on her and make it happen. She hopes so. That's the most she can do. Hope.
She remembered how it all happened. Her mother was a monster after her father kicked the bucket to cancer when she was eight. She wished he hadn't died because his death brought her countless miseries.
Her mother needed someone to blame for her loss and Kafi was the closest being to that. She made sure she made her life hell. The once fragile hand that pampered her, fed her, and rocked her to sleep now became a demon's abode. Her mother became her tormentor. She was lost after her husband's death. Pain filled their home like water.
Kafi dealt with her words and her iron-fisted hand. She could remember days when she would hide inside the wardrobe. Days her existence was a joke. Her mates mocked her for how she dresses.
Their words hurt her feminine pride so badly that she wished life wasn't for her. She could have ended it all but her father's word before he died kept her going all these years. His words brought hope to her heart after his death. Those strange beautiful words kept her breath steady in times like this. The words of wisdom heard from a dying man's lips to her ears.
"The world is cruel but don't let its cruelty get to you, Kafi, you are my daughter and I am proud of you. You are stronger and more beautiful than you know. Fight and don't let their words and pain felt end your life race because it is magical".
Beautiful! Isn't it? The words are magical because each letter stuck to her head like it is hers. So why should she give up now when her father is proud? Just why? She knows she can't give up now for him. His words matter to her more than anything life has to offer. They matter.
Standing up from her room, Kafi walked toward the window to see a bird flying and she chuckled.
"Thank God she isn't a bird as she wouldn't have felt this fatherly love that makes her world lighter even when he is no more".
Looking at the sky, her smile grew bigger. The storm is over for now. She would be there to see another one and get through it.
This is my response to the second part of 
Pride
Storm
The first part can be read here.
Still yours truly,
Balikis.
Thanks for reading.
Peace be unto those who crave it and more to those who chase it away.
