Short Stories (part 2)

Heaven's Gate

It was too much for her… too much pain… it was too painful that dying was probably the best way to end it all. That is what’s on Tasha’s mind right now. It seems like she couldn’t throw the image of that ‘thing’ away. She left ‘it’. She doesn’t hate ‘it’, but she’s not sure if she loves it either. With one last look... she took a deeper breath…

Tasha wasn’t raised like all the other normal children. She never had a mother. Her mother died during labour. Her dad was responsible in taking care of her. But the word ‘dad’ does not measure up to what a father should be. When other dad’s are feeding the young ones with love, her dad fed her with sex. By the age of six, her beastly dad started raping her. She would be sexually abused about everyday… and she couldn’t do anything about it. The screaming and the crying are plain entertainment to the ‘beast’.  He enjoyed it so much that he couldn’t stop doing it. She was beyond hurt and framed. Tasha was fourteen that when she received the news about her dying of drug overdose. Then, her relatives sent her to an orphanage, as nobody’s willing to take care of her.

By the time she was eighteen she was free. Free from the prison that drove her insane. She was free from all the fake faces in the orphanage. When she was out, she met a guy. He offered her shelter, safety and great job. The truth was she did find the guy attractive and could not help herself from having the guy attractive and could not help herself from having a little crush on him. She thought to herself, “the heaven’s gate has finally opened…” but once again, the gate was shut right before her eyes as she realized it was all a scam. Tasha was forced into prostitution. Whether she liked it or not, she had to make a living. After all, she was used to this kind of abuse. Used to monstrous horrendous men. Sex was just like taking a sip to water to her.

Nine month past, her stomach grow as huge as a hot air balloon. After two years of prostitution, never had it crossed her mind that she would get ‘knocked up’. She was not sure who is the father of the baby. She was kicked out of her so-called ‘home’. Nobody wants a pregger prostitute. She thought of getting an abortion but that would cost her entire savings. Despite working as a prostitute, she didn’t make much. People would categorize her in ‘Class B Prostitute’. Her world was crumbling down and she just didn’t know what to do.

“Aaghh!” Tasha screamed in pain.  It was time. She knew ‘it’ was coming out now. Here she is, all alone on the streets of Kuala Lumpur, struggling to give birth to ‘it’ behind an alley. When that ‘thing’ was finally out, she held ‘it’ and looked deep into ‘it’, wondering what would be her next step. Then, she decided.

She walked cautiously, holding back the pain as she walked towards a junkyard. She wrapped that ‘thing’ with a piece of dirty cloth. She gave it one last look then dumped it’ away. She knew she was hopeless, homeless, worthless, and useless and she can’t do anything to fix up her shattered life. Then, final decision was made.  That pondering thought that has always haunted her mind . . .Death. Tasha went back to the flat where she grew up, the place where all this madness started. She went up to the rooftop, passing the way to her old house, and then it happened... much too quickly... “TUMPTH!!”

11 MARCH 2010 – Malaysia was stunned by the news of a women found dead in front of Cempaka Apartment. They were also shocked by the discovery of a newborn baby in a junkyard just 400 meters away from the apartment.

CREDITS TO MY FRIEND, ALYSSA ROSLAN.