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"NOOOOOOOOOOO" a loud scream was heard by the people who were present in that room.

Screams. Cries. Pain. Fear.

Every emotion could be seen on the face of the boy who was sitting there on the floor........blood all over him!!!!!

A small child runs in his arms crying while everyone there blames him for..............

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"Mom" Haya called for her mother who was no longer with her. She has lost her. "W-why is this world so cruel to me? What did I do to deserve all this? I am also a human.....why does no one care for me? Y-you also left me alone in this hell!! "She cried. "Is it all my fault that you left me?? What I did was just to love you with all my heart..... everyone blames me for all the thing that happened. No one is here for me mom........you all left me here. Please mom I don't want to live anymore" she cried while hugging her mother's grave.

"You know mom.......today Sofia also left me. She promised that she will stay with me forever but look she broke her promise" smiled with tears. "N-now who will ask me if I ate or not if I am taking care of myself if I am sleeping on time..........." she felt a strong pain in her chest as she cried harder than before.

"Mom, Dad, Sofia why do you all have to be so cruel to me? For whom did you all left me here for? Why you didn't take me with you?? What am I supposed to do here without you all??"

"How many more beloved do I have to loss?.............. I can't take It anymore please..... I am tired.... I am tired Mom I want to sleep....sleep on your lap.....I have not had a peaceful sleep for a long time.......i want to sleep Mom." smiled with pain visible all over her face.

She hugged her mother's graved while crying.

Her voice cracked again.

"I can't do this any more mom.......I am tired. So tired of pretending, Smiling, Breathing, Living all of it......."

“I see people laughing, living, moving on… and I wonder—what’s so wrong with me? Why does everyone I love have to leave?” She sat back on her heels, staring at the name engraved in the stone—her mother’s name. The one person who once held her when she cried, who promised she’d always be there.

“But you left too,” she said softly. “You promised… and you left. Just like the others.” Her voice trembled.

"I miss you mom...... I miss you a lot." she smiles softly. "Papa......I miss you too......and i miss you Sofia" a painful smile appears on her face.

After sitting there for a while longer she left the graveyard.

On her way home, she kept thinking about how her life has been taking turns......... how she has been loosing everyone slowly since her childhood....."will all this continue?"

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To Be Continued....................

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The Next Morning

Soft light came into Haya’s room through the window. It was early. Everything was quiet.

Her eyes were dry, but swollen. She hadn’t slept, not really.

She just lay there, staring at the ceiling.

All night, she had seen their faces—her mom, dad, and Sofia. She remembered their voices, their laughter. And then… silence. Again.

She pulled the blanket tighter around herself, trying to feel warm, trying to feel anything.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed. A message popped up from a health app:

“Have you eaten today?”

She looked at it for a second.

“No,” she whispered. “I haven’t.”

She sat up slowly. Her muscles ached. But she was still here.

Still breathing.

Still alive.

She stood in front of the mirror. The girl looking back at her didn’t look the same. She looked tired, hurt, lost. But she was still Haya.

She walked to the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face. The water didn’t make her feel better—but it woke her up a little.

Then she went to the kitchen. It was quiet. Empty. She opened a cupboard and stared at it for a while. Finally, she picked up a pack of biscuits and sat at the small table.

She was still alone. Still sad.

But today… she hadn’t given up.

She took a bite.

And somehow… it tasted like the beginning of something.

After finishing the biscuits, Haya sat at the table for a while. She didn’t move. She didn’t look at her phone. She just sat there, listening to the silence.

It wasn’t peaceful.

It was the kind of silence that reminded her she was alone.

But still… she was here.

Her eyes moved to the small notebook on the shelf. It had a soft blue cover. Sofia had given it to her on her birthday last year.

“Write your feelings in this,” Sofia had said, smiling. “When you can’t talk to anyone, talk to the pages.”

At the time, Haya had laughed and put it away.

But now… her hands reached for it.

She opened the first blank page. The paper felt smooth under her fingers.

She picked up a pen, held it for a moment, and then began to write.

“Dear Mom,

I’m still here. I don’t know why, but I am.

It hurts. Every part of me hurts. But I’m breathing. I ate today. It was just biscuits, but I ate.

I remembered your voice this morning. The way you used to call my name.

I miss it. I miss you.

Please don’t be mad at me for crying so much. I’m trying. I really am.

I don’t know what tomorrow will bring, but I’m here today.

And maybe… that’s enough for now.”

She stopped writing and closed the notebook slowly.

A small tear rolled down her cheek—but this one felt different. It wasn’t just sadness. It was something else too.

Maybe a tiny bit of strength.

She placed the notebook back on the shelf and looked out the window.

The sky was still cloudy, but a little sunlight peeked through.

Maybe things wouldn’t get better right away.

Maybe it would take time.

But for the first time in a long while… Haya didn’t feel completely lost.

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To Be Continued....................