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A tale of random scribbles~ I won't be silenced anymore...

That starry night, all the siblings decided to play hide and seek. The older one asked the youngest to pair to him and she politely replied, "okay."

She was 6 years at that time, not familiar with the real world. Everything was fine until the older brother asked the younger sister to come and hide with him in that dark ventilated room. She agreed, knowing it's alright to trust the brother who was about to change into something hideous in no time. He approached that little girl, and to her surprise, he asked her to undress. The little girl got all shocked and tried to shout but, that monstrous brother "shushed" her by placing his finger on her tiny mouth. He pushed that little soul onto that thick loaf of a dusty mattress, she was unable to move as the hideous monster held her tiny hands.

She was breathless, she was tired of pleading and screaming. She was losing all her hopes, she closed her eyes remembering her parents and her sister and all their good moments together. The time happened to stop for her.

With the "B-A-M" on the door came her other sibling to her rescue. He was just two years older than her. He was playing the seeker. He got all puzzled up, he was unable to understand what was going on. The little girl had tears of joy on her eyes that rolled down from her cheeks after seeing her brother, she felt as if there still was hope for her. The younger brother got some hint from the perspective of that scenario, he than immediately grabbed the little girl's hand with all the force he had. And both of them ran outside the room. The monstrous brother tried to follow them but, they ran away. The little girl was in a shock and out of blue she hugged him tight and he also hugged her tightly and patted her on the head.
She has changed now, she will always remain thankful to her rescuer and she won't be silenced anymore.

There are plenty of stories that are untold and pseudo-coated while, the truths are always coated black and kept void from the real world. We all need to raise our voices so, that we will never get silenced anymore.

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