Two Broken Hearts

I never know what my fault is. My life was perfect before, it was so beautiful and colorful, but now everything is different. I have lost the things that I love the most; the warmth that I used to feel, the laughter that I used to hear, and the romantic love story that I used to witness. Everything has gone because of a mistake. Whose? Not mine!!

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I can clearly remember every single thing that happened that day. I was standing quietly with my friends when an attractive young girl touched my nose and pulled my big ears, “This one, what do you think?” she talked to a boy standing next to her. I looked at that boy; he was about 18 years old. “Do you like it?” he asked. The girl nodded and they took me away.

They took me to a place not far from my old house; it was like a ten minute ride. It was a small room which was decorated beautifully. The walls were light green, the floor was white, and the ceiling was light brown. There was a bed at one corner of the room and a table next to it. The girl took me out from the paper bag and put me on the table. She then turned to the boy and hugged him, “Thank you.” she said.

“Anytime, baby.” The boy replied, “I really want to stay longer, but I have to go now. See you tomorrow at campus, Natria.” Oh, that girl’s name was Natria! 

“See you, Dika.” The boy’s name was Dika, hmm nice name. I wondered if Natria would give me a name.

Natria closed the door after Dika went out. She took me and wrapped my body with her soft arms, “Oh God, I really love him.”

The days passed by quickly. Dika visited Natria almost every day. Both of them looked so happy and I was never bored listening to their conversation. They always had interesting topics to talk about. I could feel that they were deeply in love.

Natria was a very caring person. She hugged me and talked to me every night, but at one of the cold nights in December, she entered her bedroom with teary eyes. I looked at those eyes and I could find anger and sadness, “What's wrong, Natria?” I asked her but nothing came out from my mouth.

She stood in silence for about three minutes, but it felt like years. I didn't know what had happened to her. She looked so sad, disappointed, and angry. After rubbing her eyes, she walked toward me and pulled me to her chest. She hugged me tightly, “How could he do this to me?” she broke the ice. I felt my back wet with tears, she cried again! I really wish I could talk to her, comfort her, calm her down. If only I could talk, if only I were a human being.

“I hate him!!!” she suddenly screamed and angrily put me in the bottom most drawer of her cupboard.  It was so dark inside the drawer. I was so scared; however I didn’t have time to think about my fear because I had something much more important to be concerned with. I couldn't see anything but I could hear even the slightest sound. Natria cried like a little child.

I heard the sound of a cell phone keypad, silence for a moment, and then, I heard Natria’s trembling voice, “I never thought you would do this to me, Dika! No, you listen to me! I don’t need any explanation! I don’t buy your bullshit anymore! You have chosen that bitch, I accept it! No, don’t ever say sorry! Don’t ever think I will forgive you! Never!!” she cried again.

What the.....! Dika betrayed her? He broke her heart? How? Why? It was surely a misunderstanding! Dika would never do it, he loved Natria so much, I knew it, I believed it! I could no longer hear anything. Natria must have been asleep.

I didn't know how long I had waited until the drawer finally open. Natria stood in front of me with anger and hatred in her eyes and scissors in her right hand. She stared at me sharply as if she wanted to kill me. She didn’t want to do it, did she? Oh no, wait! She couldn’t do it to me! She loved me!

“Die you bitch!!” she cried out furiously and she tore my clothes! She cut my ears, legs, and arms. “I hate you, I hate you, I hate you so much Dika!!!” She threw me to the cold white tiles and then she stepped on my broken body again and over again. 

Finally she fell on her knees with tears racing on her cheeks, she was so broken and so was I. We cried together without saying anything. About two hours later she stood up and put me back in the cupboard, locked the door, and never opened it again.