The third electric shock went down her nerves with such ferocity, that not even a sigh could escape her mouth. She lay there with disproportionate eye balls; looking in space but not seeing anything. Her arrhythmic heartbeats were clear and loud. After sometime she was transferred to a rolling chair and dumped into the back of a car. Mental hospital was only the treatment ground for her. Her battle ground was her house where she fought daily with her life, her destiny and her illness. But these didn’t make her weak. These didn’t make her wish for death. These didn’t led her to the mental hospital. Nights did! Yes! Nights that were scary, painful, fierce and empty. Empty yet heavy.
Days were easier to pass. Craving for food and breath seamed much easier than bearing the pain inflicted on her at night. Normally, people say that it’s night by seeing the sun going down. Or by seeing birds flying back to their nests. Or simply by realising that it’s getting darker. But, Nancy didn’t realise it by seeing the intensity of light. Not because she was blind. But because she lived in a metallic room in the basement which was provided with artificial light. A device pumped oxygen in the room continuously. A bed took up half of her room. There was everything arranged for her in that little chamber that would keep her alive.
Day time for Nancy was the time when she was alone in her room. Those were the hours of life for her. She would try to speak again, but would end up muttering something that she herself could not understand. She would spend rest of the hours reading novels. But then nights would befall on her. For her, night would come and fill her life with darkness when strange people could get the authority of inflicting pain on her. For her, sun would set and take away all the hopes and energy when unknown people could come on her and touch her bare body, grin by seeing her parts and have her for the whole night.
For one year, her father traded her body for money. He – the “must be protector” of her dignity, sold her to some people with extra testosterone running in their penis. She did fought back. For her life, for her body, for her dignity. But it landed her in a mental hospital. There she was treated with electricity, due to which she lost her ability to speak. She was beaten and forced to serve her body to the people for money.
But nancy was an inherited brave girl. She remembered her mother’s last words. Her mother always said that their is always a way out. For the first six months she planned the breakthrough. And for the other six months she prepared everything for the execution of the plan. Despite the mental illness due to the shocks, she had will and hope to escape from that kiosk and live a normal life. She broke the earthen pot and kept some pieces of it with her. The door of that room had two latches. She used those pieces to loosen the screws of the latch that was on the top of the door. Slowly she removed all the four screws and the latch fall off. She used the metallic walls of the room to sharpen the corners of the latch.
That night when her last costumer came in for getting his lust relieved, she took the latch and run it through his throat. Also she did multiple punctures on his chest. She kept the pillow on his mouth and finally suffocated him to death. After an hour when his father came in to inform that his time was over, he saw his dead body lying on the floor. Nancy had removed his belt and she instantly charged it on her father. But he, being a strong man, retaliated and held her by her arms and slapped her. She fell on the floor. When he bent over her to pick her up, she put the latch into his eye with all her power. He fell by her side screaming in pain. She got up and managed herself out of the room. She locked him inside the room and ran to the police station.
She saved herself from that hell. She freed herself from her father. Her bravery and patience paid her. She chose life for herself when she did not loose hope.