Gina was now limping and her condition was getting worse and worse. She then looked out of the window of her room. The room was unusually quiet and dark, she then started to remember those days, when she was afraid of the dark and only at that time, she recalled her mother and the days, when she was just a kid, how she used to ask each and every elder person, that why only she doesn’t have a mother.
She then mumbled in a low voice to herself, ‘Isn’t this ironic mother, now I don’t get afraid of the dark anymore but now I am afraid of that person, who is darker than the dark. Mother, I miss you so much. If only you were here, then I am sure that no one would dare to . . . . . . . hurt me . . . . . . . . humiliate me . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . torture me. . . . . . . . .torment me. . . .
