The Curse of Ages Past : Weekend Freewrite -5/5/2018

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My sister have cried her eyes out , now who will cry for her? Life hasn't been fair to this fairest lady I've ever know for she bares a but in her life, call it whatever you want my sister was born without a breast and you can give any medical name you desire but the shame and dejection remains, though friends have known about it and she has changed enviroment on so many occasions but this single act of stupidity makes it something gracing the front page of dailies nationwide.

Breast all padded with foam and braces up like a normal lady she has decided to attend her friends bachelor's eve in a nearby street, it is a well known fact that such occasions runs till the dead of the night and my sister was ready for all the fun, it's 8:00pm and the party is just getting weirder with some goons coming in heavily drunk and high with different sort of drugs, that should have warned us of the danger ahead but we trusted in the fact that we are on the same street, the party got darker in an hours time and the devil sets in to trouble the heart of man by steering the boys to think of raping girls at full speed and my sister was one of them, the horrible guy who was thinking of grabbing a palm full of watermelon size breast got there and was disappointed and find himself horrified, a lady without a breast.
My sister lied in the mud till the next day with her chest all opened for the world to see and no one could touch her fearing what they see, till my mum came and took her to the hospital where it was learnt that when the guy got disappointed he hits her head again the wall disconnecting a fraction of her skull and upper vertebrates turning her to someone who will become dependent on life support for everything.
The news of a lady found in a rape scene with no breast was read in the TV yesterday and I can't believe my eyes.
A double sorrow, a triple tears, a deadly blow, now who will cry for my sister.

A fortnight ago a man of God was called in to pray for her on her death bed and in the process told us he saw a vision about my sister's breast, in ages past warriors in my lineage have cut many maidens breast to obtain some occultic power and now in the present day she's the one to pay for it for whatsoever a man sow that he shall reap.

This story is a reply to a prompt by @mariannewest in an everyday writing challenge.