Vahaka eh...Extracted from - My imagination...

'Look at you, you're a bloody whore'
'I only wanted to...'
'Do I look like I give a shit what you think? Get the hell out of here'
She stood tall, arrogant their smirking behind Maria's father as Maria pleaded for an ounce of sympathy through desperate eyes.
'Please Papa'
'Get out of my face. You make me sick'
'Nooo...please please please...'
Maria continued pleading as the door slammed in her face, kept begging as the she heard it being locked.
She turned around and began walking, the tears fell faster and faster, she didn't have a clue where she was heading, or why. She couldn't stay here. But she had no where to go. The anger in her soul effervecing, climaxing as she screamed. The echos sounded forever but not a single response...
The trees swayed in the wind, infact everything seemed absurdly calm. The frustration subsided until all that was left was a deep, burning pain...the pain of sorrow, loss all caused by hate, deception, lies....
The beautiful silk dress was soaked, torn and dirty and no longer possessed any of the magic it first had when he handed it to her.
'Hey, you'll look just like Mom I bet'
She glowed at her brother's rare praise.
'Really?'
'Sure, much much prettier'
A sob caught her throat as she stared at the remains of her cell phone dangling between her fingers. She flung it across the road. What was the use? He probably didn't know she wasn't there any way, it was his wedding day. She smiled through her tears. His brat sister is probably the least of his concerns. She couldn't blame him, she would have been the same - this was his escape.
She doubted very much she would be as lucky. Sitting on the rocks by the harbour waters she she stared into her reflection. She'd been told that those protruding large eyes were expressive, beautiful and touching. She was told that her fat mouth had lips which were full and inviting. That her pale, dull complexion glowed. She ran long delicate fingers through her hair. Too bad she couldn't afford to chop off this mass of waves and have a chic cut.
She cared very little about all that though, and would give up everything her brother claimed she had just for that one moment of acceptance and happiness. To have her aunt look at her with more than contempt. To have her uncle appreciate one of the million errands she silently carried out everyday. To have her parents back, to feel her mother's reassuring words.
How did a month's stay turn into ten painful years? Why did her parents never arrive? Why did their boat capsize with that fearsome wave that took so many of theiur lives?
Male' was so much more than it had been before. A modern and beautiful city to be proud of, a new city and so much more freedom to the people. Or was it? Beyond those polished walls, had anything changed?
Had her uncle coming to power changed anything? A new regime, with a better look. Less corrupt? Were people happier? Had anything really, truly changed?
She wiped the hot tears from her eyes. A girl like her still had no future, no independance and no freedom. She was a minor and had almost no rights, she was a controlled pawn like the rest of them but she no longer wished to play the game. It had lost meaning, as life itself had.
She stood on to the rocks walking towards the deeper shimmering end. The zephyr caressed her skin. The sky was painted a million iridiscent shades, by the greatest artist of all time. She turned back as she heard the laughter of a child behind her, the little boy chasing his red balloon. She lowered her gaze and let more tears flow as she cupped her face with her hands. Warm blood trickled down her breasts and she lifted her hands to realise her nails had cut into her skin. She didn't feel any pain, she had become numb to any feeling moments ago.
She was a burden to too many in this world. She no longer could bear to be a part of it. She raised her eyes to the heavens in prayer and slowly closed her eyes. She felt as if her entire being was in harmony with all the nature that surrounded her. No worries. No thoughts at all. Nirvana, at last.
'Sweetheart..'
'Mom?'
'Take my hand baby...'
'Dont leave me this time'
She stepped further and further forward.
'I love you'
A smile spread across her face, lighting up her features. She was real a beauty, almost ethereal in presence....
With that brilliant flash of light the sun set, and sky glowed pink, purple and finally transformed an ebony black... like velvet stretched across miles and miles, hundreds of stars strewn across like sparkling diamonds, like the glitter in her long, long hair.
All that was left of a beautiful life, was a single strand of azure silk caught on the rocks.,,,
Maria despite her troubles, had a heart full of love...and in me
mory her magic would always linger behind. Her story carried through generations and people realised the err of their ways. The world became a brighter place forever and after.
Yes, that would be the ideal conclusion. Truth is, she was forgotten, the memory erased. Mourned by those who cared, in essence fewer than she would have thought, but they moved on and nothing changed. There were a million Maria's but society no longer gave a damn.
Hope and love evanescencing away, our souls became devoid of such emotion
Thus this angel died but in vain...