Aryan's scream was trapped in his throat. He couldn't believe it.
Were his parents really wishing for his death? The effect of the medication closed his eyes again, but the echo of those bitter words lingered in his mind.
The next day, the discharge process from the hospital was completed.
Aryan was silent, like a stone. As soon as they reached the same red-lighted street outside the hospital, Aryan's body began to tremble. Old memories surrounded him like a terrifying shadow.
Then he felt the pressure of two hands on his back. His parents were guiding him across the road, but the words from yesterday echoed in Aryan's mind—'Why didn't you die?'
He felt that they weren't guiding him to safety, but deliberately pushing him back into the jaws of death. Terror coursed through his veins.
"No!" Aryan screamed.
He pushed his parents away with all his might. They both stumbled and fell to the ground. Aryan didn't look back. He just ran—away from his fear, from his memories, and from the people he now considered his murderers.