"The number you are calling is currently unreachable. Please try again..."
Diya clenched her fist. Just how much irresponsible is he going to be? Can he just be a little more attentive? Diya took a sip from her glass and threw it on the floor.
"How dare you! Do you think being blind means I cannot tell you replaced milk with water? What else can I expect from lowlifes like you?"
No one responded. The house helpers have long been used to the girl's tantrum. So long that they have started to take advantage of it. Who's gonna trust a blind girl's complaint when she has always been delusional about people mistreating her? Her father doesn't care anyways.
After screaming for a while,Diya stopped.
"She shouldn't have given birth if she couldn't even take responsibility! "
Tear streamed down her eyes, without any sound. No one can see her weep. That was her last line of defence. What was her fault? Was it being born without eyesight? Or was it being slow to talk or walk? So many question and only one answer.
"Maybe I really should've died at birth...", Mumbling quietly, she grabbed her phone again and pressed the call button. Just as she expected, no one answered. She shrugged, " Cool,Diyu. He never wanted to be your father to begin with. If that human trash called mother didn't jumped in front of a truck, making the police call him and hand over my custody to him, he wouldn't ever have seen my face. So It's understandable that he wouldn't want to answer my call"
"And think about the good thing. That man expected to live a free life and your existence bound him like a shackle. He can never discard me unless he wants me to call those NGOs again and throw a fit ruining his reputation. "
Consoling herself, Diya called her imaginary friend, "Hey, Light . Are you there?"
"Yes,Diyu. I am always here."
"So convenient having you, being a part of my mind, you always love me."
"I do love you."
"Hey, you are not supposed to answer that. Talks where I call you imaginary cannot be heard by you, okay?"
"Okkie, I didn't hear you."
" You're the best. Now hug me. "
Soon, Diya felt herself getting wrapped up in a cold quilt. It was extremely cold yet she didn't feel even the slightest discomfort.
'But is like supposed to be cold? Well, not that it matters. Light is my imagination anyways.He comforts me and that is enough. Again what is the point of being warm when their warmth is all fake anyways. They claim they love me, all when not even answering my call. They are so selfish. Yet this one, despite being my imagination, cares without me asking. And he feels too true to be fake.'
Slowly, Diya's eyelids was becoming heavier. She said to Light or herself, "Sleep Diyu. They are not going to feed you anyways. Let's wait until that man called father and throw tantrum. I should definitely call the childcare society too. Sinners have to be punished. It is the justice. Yes, that is what I should do..."
"Hey Diya...you always want their punishment yet whenever I offer to help you refuse immediately. In your mind I am nothing more than just imagination, so why don't you admit it? You do want their punishment. Say it. "
The slight tremble in the voice, Diya noticed bit she was too tired to care. It was all in her mind anyways. She casually said, "What difference would it make? You are not even real."
"Even so, say it....please. I beg of you. Say that you are permitting me to punish them...to kill them."
"Killing them is meaningless. Death is rather a easy escape. I want them to take responsibility, to suffer, to fear, to cry, to desire death; in a word to live in a living hell. That's what I want. Can you do that? You have my permission. "
"Thank you so much. Your Light will make your wish come true. Sleep tight. I love you."
"Umm...", feeling a cold touch on her forehead, Diya felt asleep. She was completely unaware of the future consequences of her casual remarks, which she will never even remember. It was those remarks that truly brought hell on earth for certain individuals. Will she ever know?