A day came when I was all alone..lonely in my room..with closed door and windows..my cell which was never gone switched off was first time disabled by me. I started skipping my meals, parents use to call me everyday, I gave a simple reason to them, "I am not hungry now..will eat after sometime", but never use to ate. The darkness of my room was increasing day by day. I started sleeping at floor rather than on bed. Dark and silent nights became horrible for me, but still I liked it. Parents were really irritated by me for this kind of behavior, they scolded me, dad slapped me, when I said "I do not feel like living anymore..I want to die.", that was the hardest slap I ever got from my dad.
