Her Freedom was Killed

She came quietly to the room and shut it down. She stood in front of the mirror and analysed herself. Was she changed? Did the incident change me? Am I unhappy? Am I happy? She could not find an answer. She had thought she would cry but the tears decided to keep quiet. Her shrinked forehead was giving hint of being confused. She stood up and looked towards the bed. Her bed was messed up as her life was. She cleared a portion, pulled a pillow and lied down. She looked towards the window. The quietness in the room was being disturbed by a humming bee. It was unconvincingly trapped between the windows and was struggling to be free. She at once stepped towards it, and watched the bee. All it wanted was the freedom and so was she. She was also trapped in life, and was trapped unconvincingly. Today, she took a bold step for her freedom, but when she was back, she was confused either she gained her freedom back or was more entangled in the trap. Was it what she wanted? The bee was slowly moving out, when it was about to be fly, she pushed it in the trap. She was jealous of its freedom. She didn’t want others to enjoy when she was deprived. Bee had to again start from the zero level but it wasn’t tired a bit. She was angry and each time it used to find the way, she used to push it. She went back to the bed and watched the bee again. She was enjoying its pain as others were enjoying hers. Slowly, her body was relaxing and she fell asleep for a while. When she opened her eye, the bee was nowhere. She went mad. She searched for the bee. The room was locked and the window was closed. The bee had to be within the room. The bee came humming and step in the wall. She could not control her anger and killed the bee. When the bee was again struggling for death, she at once related herself with the bee and she regretted if only she had set it free before.