It hurts when some you've loved your whole life disappears. The sobs, the fury, the heart-wrenching screams. It always felt so distant to me. You never think you will be next. You try rationalizing it in your mind. — she was lazy, a terrible daughter, she never did anything for this community, her family should be elated she's gone — I never thought it would be me.

I think a part of me is alright with this. I never wanted to marry that disgusting pig of a man. Maybe whoever this is will treat me better. Or maybe I'll die. It doesn't matter to me anymore. Nothing does anymore. Maybe if he doesn't kill me I will myself. Whatever happens my family wouldn't care they won't sob, be furious, they won't care. The daughter they never wanted will be gone. Vanish without them having to do anything. And it probably be the biggest relief to them. Maybe vanishing will be the best thing to happen to me.

Or it will be my end. Either way we will see.