Reminiscence

UNKNOWN POV—

A person's life is determined by his/her choices. These choices help us to determine the said person's thought process. Throughout my whole life people always said to me, it would better to remain bound within one's limit. It's easy and effective as it makes a person's life comfortable.

Though my life had never been easy neither were my choices. I was an orphan, oh, no need to pity me. I don't need any of your pity. I worked hard throughout my whole life. During my school days to my college days; I had waitressed, cleaning, baby sitting and even some minimal chores. I worked hard, saved money and eventually got into Oxford University. Not to brag or something but I had been always the topper throughout my whole life in any field, whether it was sports, drama, competitions, etc. Ok, don't be sad, I know many people, if not all, have wet dreams about being the topper at least one time in their whole life. So, don't be envious. But if you are, I get it, I was not going to judge you. Really.... I was not judging.

You can say I am some kind of genius. But before you say anything, I am not a narcissist. I did my Ph. D in both CSE and EE. Overall, my life was going pretty well.

I landed a job in a private software company and then eventually started my own company. I became a millionaire and then eventually into a billionaire. My life was going pretty well until I decided to fly to Paris for some business work. Even if I became rich, I mean filthy rich, I was very thrifty.

Well, I think a middle-class people can easily understand my problem. *Chuckle* Enough of this, lets concentrate back to the topic. Fuck it! Let's stop prolonging it and just cut to the chase, I think all of you must have guessed what had happened in that very flight.

*Tired sigh* Congratulations to all who had guessed right and I mean everyone. My plane got highjacked.

Now, if I would say, I was not a very kind person. Of course, what should one except from an orphan who had nobody but herself to fend for. I struggled every day for my survival and I would proudly say that for my life if I have to go through hell several times, even if I would have to sacrifice my humanity, morality, anything at all to achieve my goals. I would do in a heartbeat.

That was what had been for me. Nobody stopped for me. So, I had to push myself to meet everybody's speed to sustain my very life.

Most of you would call me heartless. Oh, please stop being offended, humanity is itself proportional to hypocrisy. Humans are capable of doing things even worse than the devil himself. So, no need to be offended. Shit, I again got distracted from the topic.

For all my life I had been abused in my orphanage, bullied in schools by my classmates and even got almost sexually assaulted by a group of men during my college years. Due to this, I have much issues with trusting people or even interacting with them.

Coming back to the topic, I did the most noble thing which I thought I never I was even capable of throughout my entire life. I sacrificed myself for someone and the very said someone is some little girl. Those terrorists wanted to take me as their hostage as they wanted my tech or something I don't even want to know. They held her under the gun point. I interacted with her and her family when I arrive there. She was an orphan who got adopted by a couple who looked...…loving, caring and kind. She had a family who adored her, heck, they looked like, they would even sacrifice themselves for her, if ever need arrives.

I think I just again got distracted, I promise it won't happen again. Ok, back to the topic, it was her or me. I am very paranoid in nature; I had already prepared for this kind of scenario way before boarding the flight. Well, better be careful then be sorry. But looking at that girl, I kind of saw myself. When I was a little girl, I had also dreamed of loving family, a warm home, full-time meals and friends. Each and everything that girl could get if she somehow survived here. Obviously as any insane person I easily surrendered myself to them for letting the little girl go.

FLASHBACK—

Terrorist A chuckled and said, "Well, that was easy. I hope you will cooperate with us Ms. Cliff or all these people will die. Looking back at that stunt, I don't think your conscience will allow it."

Terrorist B said, "Just cooperate with us and you will get huge rewards for your cooperation."

Both of them were looking too giddy after I surrendered myself. Honestly, they looked too creepy even with their masks on.

"What do you want from me?" I asked them. Now, I can easily tell by looking at them, I can easily tell they are some foot soldiers who me for their boss for scheme of some evil kind. World domination may be. Ah, just fuck it, I don't fucking care about it.

"Well, I mean obviously you people want something from me. Like, seriously, I want to ask you all a question. do you not consider yourselves as human beings? You all sure like to propagate yourselves as some kind of religion free, gender neutral group of people and even call themselves as messiahs. I mean seriously you terrorists wreak havoc all around the globe. The reason for your actions is also stupid—"

Suddenly one of the terrorists hit me in the stomach. I knelt down in pain.

"Argh! How dare you to hit me like that—"

"Shut up!" exclaimed the same terrorist as he then proceeded by roughly pulling my hair. The way he pulled my hair was really very painful to me. Even if, it was painful, I shut my mouth tightly to muffle my scream.

 Listening me screaming and begging to let go of me would really fuel their ego and I don't want to give them that satisfaction.

"We don't want to hear your ramblings. Just cooperate with us or else we will have to hurt you and I promise to you, it would be very painful to you."

"So, just cooperate you fucking bitch. It would be better for all us."

"What do you—" I took in a sharp breath, "w-want from me?"

"Our lord wants to talk with you. We don't know anything about it and even if we knew, we have no obligation to tell you."

"So, I have to just keep quiet and listen to you. Well, sorry for you all but I am not the type to obediently listen to the commands anyone give to me. I am kind of a rebel, honestly."

I was not a tomboy but I don't like people commanding me what to do and what not to do. I fucking hate it when anyone commands me.

Luckily for me, but looking back now, not so lucky for me. There were several commandos in our flight. Our government and French government, both knew this would happen. Like, why there were even any commandos in our flight, if not for the very intel they had about the hijack.

The commandos killed each and every one of them but suddenly one of them shot me in my chest. I was so shocked that I couldn't even comprehend what happened.

"I completed the mission! Curse you luck you bitch, you could have achieved great success with the help of our lord—"

One of the commandos shot that bastard in the head. Heh, go to hell you fucker. Oh, I see, their mission was to make me co-operate with them or to kill me, shall I refuse.

"Alpha to the command, Ms. Cliff got shot! I repeat, Ms. Cliff got shot! Send some medical help immediately."

I don't think I will survive. I was bleeding profusely. It's like I am broken water bottle spilling all its water on the ground. My wound is too deep for my own liking. It just hurts too much even to breathe. I can't even see clearly any longer; my vision was getting completely blurred. I can't even hear their voices any longer. I see this is how I will die. I don't know my life was good or not. All I could feel at this time is loneliness and to even certain extent, jealousy when I thought of that family.

I don't know what happens after someone dies. Therefore, I am excited for what's in store for me in the afterlife. I bid farewell to this cruel world. Hope, I won't have to see you again.