Each gust of cold breeze bit her face cruelly, her misfortune resisting her departure from the cage of torment.

It wouldn't follow her to her uncle's house too, right? She glanced stone-faced at her uncle who without a care, drove the car at a leisurely pace, humming along an age-old song she had once heard an old nanny singing at the day care center, where she had practically lived for as long as she could remember.

But those syllables of the song softened the next moment, when she was once again in her deep inner thought box.

She was used to being silent, a lonely soul who only liked to chat inside her head. And there had always been a lot of things in her life to talk about.

Even then, by wishful thinking, it was never the possessions she would think of.

[ Maybe a knife.. that would do, right?

Or something heavy and firm like......metal rod

Or something which might be enough to blow open a head.]

[ I wonder how he would describe that.. ]

She sighed thinking how overwhelming that feeling would be.

She would rarely blink her hollow eyes testifying the number of nights she skipped and the amount of tears she had shed on those papers of the truthful diary.

Her emaciated body making her look like she had only few months to live, was often made fun of at the daycare, the expenses of which uncle had been bearing.

Her eyes turned to blindly look outside the window once again, her mind had a lot of food for thoughts, now that the day she had been waiting for had come but the triumphant joy it should have brought was still missing.

While it was a brand new day that marked a new start in her life, the time at her home was frozen to nearly death.

Flesh flies competing with the local house flies, swarmed the dead body in the living room. They were new to the house.

However, the environment might have mistaken them into believing that the dead food for them was indeed a waste.

An indistinct sense of gloom suffocated the walls. Or rather, it was so thrilling that one might be forced into believing that there were more than a few in the house.

The windows were greasy as if not cleaned for long and the moist drops that formed on it's outer side, gave an ugly appearance when seen together with the grease.

Yet the drops kept on forming one after the other, as soon as the playful humid and warm air touched the ice cold window, condensing almost immediately.

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A restricting darkness shadowed the shabby house, unable to even see after a few centimeters.

Inside the very cold house with ironically no air conditioners, sat a boy in one of the two rooms.

A ray of light, after finding a hole in the closed window, spread out it's wings though in limit to cast a bright spot on the opposite wall.

The only source of light barely made the inside of the room visible to the eye. An unpleasant sound was the only thing heard clearly.

The boy had been scratching a wall absent- mindedly, he hadn't blinked once for more than a day. The dryness in his eyes was extreme as they were devoid of any tears at all.

His lips shed skin like falling off paint from the damp wall, except that unlike the damp wall, his mouth and lips were extremely dry causing some sores to form around his mouth as well.

Only a little more than twenty four hours seemed less to have caused such a drastic change in him.

The boy seemed too busy with the doodling, he hadn't felt the stinging pain coming from his forearm. Blisters spread across his forearm due to continuous friction from the ragged scratched wall.

However his arm did not seem to get fatigued, the scratches were made over the previous scratches, making the wall show it's ugly interior.

Meanwhile inside the only other room in the house, an almirah was half open with it's one side door swinging to and fro due to the rush of wind coming from a broken glass corner of the window. The wind slammed the broken door shut, only for it's loose bolts to creak it open again.

Apart from the places where the thin wood was broken and parts were missing, the inside of the door was covered with scribbled lines like those made by a prisoner counting his days of confinement where each line represented a day.

The creaking sound of door clashed with another shrewd sound coming from the next room. The sound was sharp, piercing to the ears that could make one's hair stand at it's end.

It made the thin lady, his mother shudder with fear, her heavy panting seemed to be the only thread connecting her to the dear life.

Continuous tears flowed down her fatless face though she was just existing physically. Infinite torments of the past years flashed before her eyes, yet none of them influenced her the way it did in the past.

She just seemed to have plugged in a cassette to her mind and every second of the past replayed where she scanned for a possible dreadful anomaly.

For she had feared for long, even much before than anyone would have noticed. She knew a day like this would come for she had been cursed, rather than gifted with an ability of premonition.

A life spent in vain, just feeling a blow of dread every second she respired, made her to fear even more. But that feeling of omen never seemed to fade when she actually realised that it had already transferred to her children.

There was nothing she could have done about it, what could she ever do about her shitty husband?

The signs of being affected by the same fate were shown by the boy quite early in his age. He had begun to change drastically. Those days passed by just observing how he had been changing or rather, evolving.

Her younger daughter was least affected. It was the one and only best decision of her life that she chose to seek help from her distant brother so that the girl could attend the daycare, being away from home for most of the time.

Girl should never know what conspired behind her, otherwise she would have been devoured too, mutating at a rate her brother was changing day by day.

Now when the day she had a hunch about finally came, she never knew how it was going to unfold. Her husband was lying dead in the very space she was tortured by him, her son was probably up to something abnormal in the other room from where the sound came.

' I should have seen her off, at least this one time.. sob.. I should have cared for my only child..'

She clenched her eyes in remorse yet tears flowed like a river on land that was dearth of life.

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