Winter Schemes 7

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Sara's P.O.V:

I'm finally done with the ironing. I went downstairs and looked for something to eat for lunch. I didn't want to eat something heavy so I decided to make me some caesar salad for lunch. I got out everything I needed and thirty minutes later, I was done.

I got out a box of orange juice and poured some into a glass. I sat on the stool next to the kitchen counter. I started eating my salad and drank my orange juice.  I removed the plates and threw them in the washing machine. I went up to my room and looked for something to do.

Fahad slept in what was supposed to be my "siblings" room. I slept in my room, the same one I used to sleep in when I was four years old.

The last time I entered my parents room was the day they died. I didn't want to enter it. It was untouched and locked and I never thought of entering it. Today was the day I decided that it was time too look back at what  used to have.

I went to my closet and looked for a small red box. I went through my clothes until I finally found it. I searched through my drawer and looked for a small key. I inserted it into its slot. I unlocked the box and I was ready to open it.

*click*

I found a lot of stuff from when I was a teenager. My parents' room key was in there between the other stuff. I quickly got to my parents room and stood in front of their wooden door.

"Sara?"

I turned around and found Fahad staring at me.

"Na3am?" I asked.

"Shgaa3da tsaaween?" he asked.

"Badish '3urfat umi ou oboy allah yer7amhum" I said.

"Laish betdesheen? 5aleeha magfoula ou 3a6eeni ilmefta7" he replied. What he said made me really angry.

"Na3aaam? a36eek ilmefta7? ensaaaaa. hathi daar umi ou ubooy insa ted5alha, la tensa ina ilbait baiti mu baitik," I said and opened the door to their room.

I saw my mother's veil on the bed and my father's shoes on the edge of the carpet. I saw my mother and father's life in front of me. I fell into the floor and started crying my eyes out. I cried for them. I missed them so much. They are the only ones who understood me. They are the only ones who loved me. No one is every going to love me as much as my parents did.

Fahad didn't dare to come into my parents room. I laid down on the floor and stared at the ceiling. I've been in my parents room for hours. I didn't feel anything in my body. I was completely frozen, nothing mattered to me in that moment. For a second, I even wished that God would take my life just to be with my parents.

Fahad's P.O.V:

I sat in front of the door and waited for Sara for hours. I wanted to give her insulin but she would be furious if I came in. It's already 1 a.m. and I didn't hear a single noise from inside the room from when she first entered.

I peeked slowly and found her lying on the floor with here eyes wide open. I thought that she was dead but I know she wont do such a thing. I tip-toed inside and sat next to Sara on the floor. Maybe Dalal was right. Maybe it was time to change the way I treated Sara.

"Sara it's time for your shots yalla goumay eklay 3alashan I can give you the insulin," I said, getting up.

But Sara didn't move. She didn't care if she got the shots or not. She sat in the same place staring at the ceiling.

"Sara? Yalla goumay," I said. She still didn't move a muscle.

"Sara itha ma gemtay al7een tara I wont give you your shot and you have to do it by yourself." I warned her. Again, she still didn't move.

I got closer to her and carried her in my arms I took her downstairs and laid her down on the couch. i took out my phone and sent Dalal a text saying how she really couldn't come tomorrow and she should come the day after it. She was already awake since her son was crying her sleep out of her and she had to feed him every two hours and so.

I tried to think about what Sara likes to eat. I really didn't know what she loved so I made her some mushroom soup and tried to feed it to her.

"Sara lat saween chithi ib nafsich," I said. "Wallah mu zain 7ag 9e7etich"

"Since when do you care about my health?" She asked. "You never thought about me when leave the house locking me in. You never cared about what would I feel if I was locked in my own house and I couldn't talk to anyone but you. And just for the record, I hate mushroom soup."

She took the soup from my hands and went to the kitchen counter and started to drink the soup. She drank some water after it and she came to me. She took the needle from my hand and sat on the opposite couch.

I wanted to go to her and help her with the needle but what she told me made me frozen in my own place.

"I dont want you to ever touch me again. From now on, I'll inject myself with insulin and I'll do everything else by myself. I don't want you to even talk to me, got it? The only thing I'll be asking you to get me is my insulin shots. If I run out of them, I'll ask you to bring me some. Other than that, I don't want to have any contact with you ever. We are living separate lives now. The only difference is that you get to go out and enjoy your life while I'm miserable in my own house." she said and injected the insulin in her arm.

She squealed in pain and started to cry.

"Aaakhh ya mi7sen, wallah law inik hnii ma3aay, chan ma5alaitni atzawaj wa7ed yekrahni," she whispered and went to her room.

Who the hell is Mi7sen? I asked myself.

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