The rain droplets hit the glass window with the utmost vigour it could muster. They created a constant hitting noise which was extremely irritating to hear. The window had become translucent... maybe opaque, because of them.
It was so uncanny to see a perfectly transparent object getting turned into something akin to opaque.
The inside world of the window wasn't better either. A putrid smell was in the air, making it difficult for a human to even breathe. The light bulb's condition was worse than a pebble on the road.
Suddenly, a young woman put her hand on the windowsill as if trying to gain some support to make herself stand. Just by a look at that woman's face would tell everything about her condition.
The woman's face was pale. Her arms were very thin... and so did her body. She was extremely underweight. It was like a gust of wind would throw her across continents. Her stomach was growling in hunger.
A sense of helplessness flashed through her eyes. But after a moment it turned into sadness. She closed her eyes and contemplated her entire life.
"He forgot again, didn't he?"
The woman whispered to herself. Her tone was laced with disappointment.
She slowly walked towards the bed, which was uncleaned for months. Nobody bothered to clean the bed. Even the room looked untidy, despite having a very few things in it.
Sitting on the bed, the woman opened a box which was buried under the pillow. The box had already rusted. Even repainting it wouldn't change its look. It was beyond repair.
The woman slowly put the box beside her.
Opening the box with trembling hands, the woman looked at her ID card.
Lynnette Ferguson
This was the name written on it. The woman slowly moved her fingers across her name. Her body shivered as she finished tracing it. She didn't know it was because of cold, or due to seeing her name... on something which belonged to her only.
The woman, Lynette was tired with her life. Even after so many years, 'he' didn't change. He always treated her with indifference as if she didn't exist. Her eyes moved towards the window.
Lynette felt as if her life was similar to that window. Instead of the rain, her life shrouded with endless darkness. There was nothing to see.
Nothing to hear.
Nothing to say.
Just endless crying.
Lynette adverted her gaze. It was too hurtful for her to keep looking at the window.
The light bulb flickered several times before emitting a very dim light. Her room's condition reflected her condition.
She slowly hugged herself and curled up on the bed. The room was very cold to begin with, and the rain made it even worse.
Closing her eyes, Lynette asked, "Why am I living like this? What was my mistake?" Her tone was full of despair. She didn't even know when she had become like this. Was it because of her forlorn attempt of procuring love? Was she that unlovable?
"Why Daniel? Why?" The woman tried to clench her fists, but she couldn't. Her arms had no strength left in them. It had been four days since her last meal. She was hungry. The only thing that kept her alive was the tap water in the bathroom.
Lynette married Daniel Rogers three years ago. Back then, she had a wistful thinking that he would love her. A self-deprecating laugh escaped her mouth. Never once in three years, he looked at her. A stranger would be more likely to gain his attention than her.
Was this... the reason of her misery?
Lynette shook her head. No, it wasn't. Her life was messed up long before that.
Maybe it had already started the moment, Lynette came to life. Every day it was a struggle for survival. Sometimes she wanted to give up. Although, it had changed when she fell in love with Daniel... but now, it didn't matter. He would never reciprocate her feelings.
He was in love with her sister. An adopted sister. The one, who replaced her when she had killed her mother the moment, she entered this 'misery' filled world.
Did she really kill her mother? She always wanted to ask this question to herself. Yet, at the same time it didn't matter as everybody always blamed her for her death.
Her 'sister,' Emillia was the one liked by Daniel, including his family. As for her family, they always liked her from the start. She was the apple of their eyes.
As for Lynette, her entire being was treated with disdain. She was treated like a stain on their boots, which they always tried to remove, yet couldn't.
Suddenly, the door opened and a very handsome man walked into her room. It had been locked from outside for four days.
A trace of hope emerged from Lynette's eyes. Did he finally remember? Was he going to get her out of here? With some difficulty, she made herself sit on the bed.
Clutching her stomach with one hand, Lynette used the other hand to support herself with the help of the bed.
With a hoarse tone, Lynette said, "You are here."
The man looked at her with a look full of indifference. His nose was scrunched up in disgust. He turned towards the rotting food near her bedpost. A piece of paper was etched in his hands.
Lynette smiled weakly. She wanted to say something to the man, who was her husband, yet she couldn't because she didn't want to make him madder at her.
"Why haven't you eaten anything? Do you really think I will forgive you for your disgusting actions?" asked Daniel. His voice was cold. He looked at Lynette and snorted angrily. This woman was always messing his life. Her, and her 'love.' Did she think starving herself would entice a pity from him?
Daniel walked towards her with heavy steps. He threw the paper at her and sneered, "Sign it! I have no patience left for you! It's better for you to sign it and get the hell out of my house."