HOW?

I tried to open my eyes, but it was quite painful to do that. I blinked twice or thrice and rubbed my eyes. Still my eyes ached while opening them. Everything appeared blurry. Many spots seemed to be black. Well, not in my eyes, but the place had something black in huge shapes.

I was sure that it wasn't my room. Then where? Where was I sleeping? I panicked covering my face with my palm. Aah! My face hurted. As if it was pricked by iron nails. So rough!

Oh my God! What happened! And How?

I tried to stand up, but I couldn't. My legs and hands! No, every part of my body ached. So much!

I murmured, "The bed seemed to be rough and hard."

Then I felt something in my throat, that's so torturing.

"Water!" It was what came to my mind. I tried to lean on something that was nearer. I blinked again and leaned at a large black thing, appeared like a hill but very small, about 12 or 14 feet big. I was surrounded by such things. As soon as I leaned there, I felt I went deep inside it, something happened to fall on me, adding to my pain and it again became dark. "What the hell?" I tried to get out of there.

A strong pain ran through every part of my body as I struggled to get out. Soon, I found the light coming in from a small hole, I moved to that side. I had recovered my eye sight a little. I popped out my head from that sticky rebellious things, and to my surprise where the heck was I?!

In the dirt!? Not even dirt, but garbage?! No! I was in a DUMPING GROUND??!!! What? How??!! I became even more surprised when I found that the smell of the garbages didn't even stink to me. I looked at my hands in the light, the skin was torn and wrinkled as if I was burnt or I had dipped my hands in some kind of super strong acids. Not only my hands, but also my palm, wrist, fingers.

A shiver ran through. 'What's wrong with me?'

I touched my face, they felt so rough. I moved my hands. My lips! They were chapped and swollen. My hair, my long beautiful hair?! It was gone! Now it was also rough. What a mess!

"How long have I been here? How I became like this? How I came here?" My head ached with so many questions and the pain inside.

No! No! I need to take a bath! ASAP!!!!

I touched my head with those filthy hands of mine. I remembered I was going to my college with my friends. Then.....What... I didn't remember anything afterwards!

"Rina & Adi? Where are they? How are they?Mom! Dad! They must be looking for me! I need to go back home asap. I hope my friends are okay! I need a good bath also! What if a paparazzi found me like this?! I'll become tomorrow's headline again!"

I looked at myself. "At first I need to get out of here!"

I took a few deep breathes to calm myself down.

I managed to get out of the dump hill, but how could I get out this damn place? It took me a whole day to search the exit. The sunlight by which I thought it to be the starting of a new day, soon faded away, making me realize it was a day end.

My body was aching with pain and in hunger and thirst.

"I wish I don't feel this hunger and thirst anymore. My throat and stomach were burning because of this."

It was my body. A body doesn't listen to it's owner's mind. My throat continued to burn, stomach continued to growl.

Even after this, I didn't give up searching the exit, until my legs totally became numb. I fell and the half torn rag that I was wearing, tore more.

"I want to go home back soon. I wish to go home back soon. God, please help me!" Tears fell down, adding more pain to my skin. I couldn't help it.

Every inch of my skin was full of injuries! I wished if I could heal myself. I wished to get back my past looks. I wished my skin could turn back overnight, and I couldn't feel anymore pain.

The night fell, darkening my surroundings. And my tears streamed down uncontrollably.

"God? Why is this happening to me? What wrong have I done?"

No matter how much I criticized Him, nothing will change!

I wrapped my arms around my legs and brought them closer to my chest. It pained, but only by that I could feel warm in that chilly night. The thing that I hated the most in all my 18 years, now I had to spent my night there. What a joke?!

Growl! Growl! Growl!

"I wish I feel no hunger in my rest over life, if the pain of the hunger is like this."

I had never starved in my whole 18 years.

I wrapped myself up more tightly ignoring all the pain.

"God, please give me strength."

My voice turned from complaining to a requesting tone, "I wish I don't feel any warm or coolness against my every body parts, just like my face."

I didn't know when I felt asleep, while talking to God. No, complaining to God!

Next morning, when my sleep broke because of a loud irritating sound, I felt I'm leaning on a soft pillow or feather like thing.

So, it was my dream that I was in a dumping ground, right? I was always in my home now! But it felt so real. Though, it couldn't be. I felt every pain, except that stinky smell of the garbages. So, it must be a dream. I rose up slowly. I wasn't feeling any hungry or thirsty. Good!

But when I opened my eyes, I was shocked again. I felt as if I almost vomitted my 18 years old fresh blood.

My hope and expectations collapsed within a second. So, it wasn't a dream?! I was really in dumping place without a stinky smell!!!

STRANGE! I felt something soft while sleeping. Then I remembered yesterday how hurt and tired I was, but today!! I touched my forehead in stress. But got shocked. I felt something very smooth and soft. I looked at my hands.

My eyes were about to pop out. My hands! They were back again, just like before or maybe softer and more glamorous than before! How?? So, was I having hallucinations before? Or did I heal so quickly?

But my all questions flew away when I heard some voices!

I stood up and walked towards the voices.

A man more like in his 20s spoke, "Yeah! I also hope to get a salary raise. It's been too long that we had a full stomach." His hair colour was mixed of black and brown. His height is also good, 6ft or so. But he was fully covered with dirt, for which skin appeared to be grey coloured or something like that, that was matching his grey eyes.

"Exactly, Son! I also hope so," said a man in his 40s or 50s, who was almost bald and also covered in dirt.

Their dresses were also dirty, still better than the one I was wearing.

'I can ask them for help.'

I came out and stood in front of them. They looked shocked and scared. They took a defensive posture and remained unmoved just like a statue. As I walked near them, they started to step back. I halted, so did they.

"Please, can you get me out of here?" I gave them a pleading look.

The young man spoke, still in the defensive position, "Who.... What are you?"