Unspoken

Authors Note 
Hi guys! 👋 Trying something new—an inspirational story titled Unspoken.
Please follow along with the upcoming chapters! It may or may not be a real story, but it reflects what so many girls go through in life. I hope it resonates with you and gives you strength.
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Chapter 1: The Weight of Solitude

I walked into 10th standard carrying a secret that tore at my heart every single day.
Looking back at 9th standard, I knew the truth: I hadn't truly earned my pass mark. I had slipped handwritten bits of paper into my pocket, glance by glance, cheating my way through the exams. The regret didn't just stay in the past—it dug deep holes inside me, a constant, nagging reminder of what I had done. I promised myself I would change, but the guilt was heavy.
On the first day of 10th grade, the classroom hummed with life. I had three close friends: Gauri, Karthika, and Avantika. To me, they were everything. They were the only ones I ever opened up to. But no matter how close we seemed, there was always an invisible distance between us. The three of them shared an effortless connection, while I stood on the outer edge—like a low-standard girl who didn't quite belong.
I quickly learned the rules of my life: no one was really there to hear me out. I tried to study properly, tried over and over, but without my bits of paper, I kept failing. Every attempt to catch up felt like trying to run through deep water.
Then came the middle of the year, and with it, a distraction I didn't see coming. I fell deeply in love with a boy in our school. Even with the lingering guilt of my grades, holding onto this crush gave me a sudden spark of confidence. One day, gathering every bit of courage I had left, I went up to him and confessed how I felt.
His response was quick and cold: "I'm not interested in you."
It shattered me completely. But the real blow came just a week later when news spread across the hallways: he had gotten into a relationship with another girl. Watching them together ripped away whatever tiny shred of self-worth I had left.
With only one month left before the 10th standard board exams, I was at my absolute lowest. I was terrified, lonely, and completely unprepared. Night after night, I cried into my pillow where no one could hear me.
My parents scolded me constantly for being lazy and wasting time throughout the year. But inside, something shifted. I made a strict promise to myself: No matter what happens, I will not keep bits for the board exams.
For thirty days, I didn't sleep properly. I opened my textbooks and began studying the syllabus virtually for the first time. The exhaustion and stress turned me into a pressure cooker. I found myself snapping and shouting at my parents. The same thing happened with my friends, too—I snapped at Gauri, Karthika, and Avantika, and in the heat of it all, our so-called friendship completely broke apart. I was entirely alone in the dark, surviving on coffee, tears, and endless, sleepless nights.
When the results finally came, the screen read 86%.
The moment my mother saw the number, the house exploded. She was furious—disappointed beyond words. She scolded me severely, the harsh words turning into physical blows as her anger took over. I turned to my father, hoping for a shield, but he only stood by her side, agreeing with every insult. My elderly grandmother joined in, adding her own disappointment to the noise.
I was completely broken.
Desperate to understand how I scored so low after working so hard, I applied for revaluation and asked to check my answer sheets. When I looked at the papers, my heart stopped. The questions I thought I had read during the exam were completely different from the answers I had written down. Panic and confusion washed over me—my stressed, exhausted brain had misread the paper entirely.
I tried to explain it to my family, but no one believed me. To them, it sounded like another pathetic excuse from a failure.
In the days that followed, my mother constantly compared my 86% to the high marks of neighbor children and relatives. The respect and dignity I used to have in my own home vanished overnight. Dark thoughts crept into my mind. I thought about ending it all, walking up to the edge of suicide multiple times—but just like everything else in my life, I couldn't even summon the confidence to go through with it.
I was left sitting in the quiet corners of my room, surrounded by silence, realizing that in a house full of people, I had never been more alone.
Will she be able to gain her respect back?
Will she be able to move further in her journey?
Wait for Chapter 2.