For her justice delayed won’t be justice denied.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

The smart phones, Ah! That morning as a ritual she scrolled through her phone and there, the first thing she saw, was a memory (that’s what FB calls it), a picture she had posted, exactly a year ago. Her immediate reaction was, she shut her eyes, but she knew it wasn’t going to help. The life she had been trying to build, which had been paused for a year now, ran through her head.

The smart phones, Ah! That morning as a ritual she scrolled through her phone and there, the first thing she saw, was a memory (that’s what FB calls it), a picture she had posted, exactly a year ago. Her immediate reaction was, she shut her eyes, but she knew it wasn’t going to help. The life she had been trying to build, which had been paused for a year now, ran through her head. 

 

The flashes were random, many many many of them just ran in front of her eyes. She opened her eyes in frustration, banging the phone on the bed, cursing her destiny, the life she had been forced to live for a year now. As the anxiety accelerated, her breathing became heavier and she sat upright trying to breathe better. She knew it was one of those attacks that would pass in minutes and even though she would try hard to cry, she won’t be able to. But today was different, a tear or two did roll down her eyes and she immediately started to feel better, started to feel calm. It hadn’t happened in a year, she had never felt better immediately through a panic attack (as they call it) earlier, but today was different. 

 

She smiled, smiled through her tears. It was for the first time in a year, she had cried through anxiety. It made her feel better. The year gone by had been hard on her, very hard but had given her memories, experience, made her thoughtful about so many things, made her strength for so many around her. She had become someone who she would have never become, had the year gone by not happened, the way it happened. 

 

She lifted her shoulders, stretched, took a deep breath and smiled, this time it was just the smile and no tears. Her pets paw on her forearm (he would have sensed the tension) drifted her away from her thoughts. She knew it wasn’t over, she knew she had and will again turn the tables. For her the justice she was seeking won’t be denied since it would be delayed, rather it would be her win, which she would cherish all through her life. 

 

She had made a choice that morning, the choice of not being the victim but the survivor who would have stories to tell. She adjusted her crown, got out of the bed as the daily chores and her battle to win it all back awaited her. Yes she had made a CHOICE.


Submitted: February 23, 2021

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