Short Story: Prejudice

She was happy,
flying freely from one place to another without any predicaments. People looked at her with their own prejudices but she was unabashed, unapologetic and unfazed.
Out of nowhere, a hand came towards, slamming her right into the walls. She couldn't escape from the grip and bled to death due to impact. That hand even dragged her leaving a trail of blood behind while she stood motionless, completely surrendering to the fate. That hand felt uncomfortable with her blood stains, but without any panic, washed it in the cold flowing water under tap as if nothing happened. While people disgusted, he moved on like a decorated war hero.
Prejudice killed her without any notice and that hand didn't even flinch before doing so.
She couldn't explain to everybody that she wasn't malarial mosquito,
maybe no one understood, maybe no one cared, and maybe no one would've resented.
Prejudice overpowers when logic falters,
Then only destruction is all that matters.