Wrong - An End to Darkness

'I did not do it.' She said helplessly. She was unable to convince them, and her defeat was being reflected in their eyes. There she stood in front of the disciplinary committee, feeling like a raged doll. 14 years of education in an institute, and it all came crashing down for a mistake that never happened. Allegations saw no time. Her tears were useless now; her spotless record was useless. She was dirty. And what was her crime? Being at the wrong place at the wrong time.
Today when she recalls the dark times, no tear comes pouring down. A place which was once her second home is now just a building. All the memories, all the moments, all the friends, everything is dead for her. And she has no regrets. None at all.
She had left the library, walking towards her next class, tutorial class. It was all random, just like the previous days. Only that was the last day, and she was unaware of it. Sudden harassment from her teacher made her go all reckless and she rushed to a place she wasn't supposed to. And then the typical mentality kicked it. She cried, she screamed, she tried to convince them all but up to no avail. It was all over. A fabricated act, and she was awarded with a huge punishment.
She had grew up there. That is the only thing that tingles sorrow within her. Rest is all good. For she knows how cruel this world can be. A friend had once said: 'This world is not for good people.' Either she was a good person or else this was not her world.
Where ever she went, she could feel people staring at her. Not just stare. It was as if they could see beyond her clothes, beyond her body, beyond her soul. She was a hot topic for quite a time, and might still be. Darkness no longer scared her. It was peaceful to stay alone. A girl who was so full of life at a time was now scared of life. And the worst of all? Not even her family supported her. Flipping back through the pages of her life constant beating, checking, tortures and what not, was the main headlines, even failed attempts of suicide were flashing within. She secretly laughs at it now. For she thought this defined her. She thought she had to be evaluated on the basis of how people evaluate her. Even constant psychotherapies failed to bring her back. Friends and foes were now a same category.
And then, one day it all changed. In the end, it becomes okay. That's the beauty of us humans. We break. Fall apart. We cry. We gasp. We think nothing will be ever in place. And only one questions reverberates in our minds: 'Why me?' And then we think we won't survive this. But we do. We get up every time. We get over broken expectations, lost relations, forgotten friendships, no love, incomplete dreams and what not! We collect our shattered pieces and we try to stick them back together. That's the beauty of us humans. We find a new beginning every time, with or without the broken pieces. She found her new beginning. Only this time she wasn't alone. She had this firm believe in fate now. She got ruined and yet she got the most beautiful reward of her patience.
He heard it all. All her mistakes. The allegations. Her crimes. The real ones. The false ones. She exposed all of her scars to him. Both. On the body, and on the soul. And you know what happened next? She married her best friend. A best friend who came when she had decided to end herself. And actually she did end her self. It was the end which was evitable for a new beginning awaited her. That is how fate plays with us. It makes you suffer. It tests you. And then he awards you in the best way. Some go astray, and some on the right side. Only she earned a double reward. It was her rebirth with her better half. Everyone gets their new beginnings. She endured it all, and now she has a person to celebrate her new life with. And as far as people are concerned? Well, they are gonna judge either way. So why not just create our own world instead of trying to adjust yourself to the old one.
He was her world, and its all perfect now.