Theres just so much pain in my heart.
And so much weight on my shoulders.
That I physically feel like I cannot breathe.
But I know I will be okay. I know I will be okay.
"DANA! 3ASHA!"
I walked towards my door very slowly, and quietely opened my white wooden door.
I walked to the kitchen table and found a plate of noodles. I looked away in disgust.
"Mu 3ajbich?", she asked.
"Abi shay thani", I replied - for the first time in my life.
I felt a slap on my pale, white cheek. This time not a tear shed from my eyes. She stared at me in shock.
I turned around and stormed into my room.
I heard her heavy footsteps walk up the stairs. She barged into my room and grabbed my diary of feelings. It felt like she was grabbing my heart, because everything in my heart was written in that diary.
I did not resist. I was not willing to suffer the consequences.
Five minutes later she turned to me and said, "Dana, he doesn't love you. May7ibich, may7ibich, may7ibich, and he never will".
Without thinking twice I jumped off of my bed, pulled her long, silky hair and spit in her face.
I grabbed her by her shirt and shoved her against the wall.
"You can talk about anyone and anything, but not him. NOT HIM. Ila Fahad."
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