Hating Who I am

Thunders and lightning lashed out in anger in the dark black sky that was crying as if mourning death of someone.

A woman in her twenties stood still as she looked at the injured man in the hospital bed, her eyes dried out and her voice hoarse. Tears could fall down no more and her voice could cry out no more.

All she could do was stare at the man as if she had lost her soul and life. She was listless. 

But she herself was in no good condition. Big and small wounds covered her from head to feet, her clothes tattered and battered as if she had been in some kind of struggke.

She clutched the hand of the man with her tiny shaking hands.

"How come all this happened...How are we so unlucky....Why you always have to suffer for others.." She complained and cursed with her sore throat.

"If only I had never met you...you..." She broke down as if her heart was going to stop any moment.