Walk to home
He sighed and looked up at the sky. The sky had turned a purple colour indicating that it could rain soon. The walk to home was lonely and his only companion was the chirping of crickets and his footsteps. Except a few people here or there the road was quite deserted. A slight breeze was blowing soothening his senses and providing relief in the hot and humid weather.
His movements were continuous, almost robotic and his shoulders slumped. It was as if he was carrying the weight of the entire world on his shoulders. In just a few minutes he had to go back to his wife waiting for him and then they'll do whatever she wants to do.
It has been 5 years since their marriage, and had he known that he had to live like this everyday, alive being dead, he would have never married her. At first it was the small signs that led to bigger things.
His wife was a control freak, paranoid and daresay slightly psychotic woman who wants to control every aspect of his life. Needless to say, he has no control over his own life. Twice she had aborted their baby without his knowledge. And that place, the place he was supposed to call home, would have been disneyland if that was the worst of it. Most of the days he would have to go by without food.
He managed to eat at his office and slowly, although he did not realise it, he was sinking into depression. They would go to the bedroom and she would inflict all sorts of torture on him, something that was normal to her.
He tried to talk to her about divorce but she flew into a rage and told him that if he even thought about that idea she would file a case of rape against him. He had no choice, her father was a powerful man who would not hear anything against his daughter.
Day by day, everyday the torture continues and he has no choice but to suffer silently because there is nothing called men's rape or harassment, right? The law has several sections and provisions for women's protection but none for men. But he can't do anything, right? Because men are not supposed to be weak, they are not supposed to cry and so he goes on and on, with this silent torture.
He stopped in front of his house. His thoughts had carried him here. Clearly he had no choice, maybe death will be the ultimate for him. But for now, he'll have to carry on. He took a breath and rang the bell.