The Hidden Toxin ✔(#6 in the Our Side of The Dice Series)

Chapter 6: Vain Advocacy.

Songs for this chapter are:

Wars - Montell Fish, Taylor Armstrong & Madison Ryann Ward.

Crumble - Montell Fish ft SOPHIETHEHOMIE

White Walls/ Too long - Montell Fish

Peter - Montell Fish

Repentance - Montell Fish

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Ebun had to return to her daily educational living; a mandate enforced by her parents with her elder sister, Yemisi as a supporting backbone but her life could not go back to the way it was before that incident. There was no elixir she could consume that would be any effective.

Before the only time, she interfered in a business that wasn't hers especially when it had to do with assault or sexual harassment (which she always regarded as her business anyway) was when a scene or a situation unfolded before her eyes, particularly from afar but now, as though spikes had been planted on every open pore in her flesh, she was hypersensitive to the slightest of abnormalities that occurred an inch away.

She had every reason and desire to fight. Could she blame that longing on overzealousness or paranoia? Or diffusion of both? Had both desires rubbed off on each other or was one the causation factor of the other?

She was watchful over so many things for a billion reasons. No one knew what happened to her. Her family had decided to keep the matter away from the school authorities but...did everyone really not know? Somehow it was very sensible to assume that they didn't but paranoia begged to differ.

No one was throwing any surreptitious side glances her way. Ebun was certain about it because she had grown nineteen eyes at the back of her head. Nevertheless, every single thing made her the edgiest girl to ever exist and the peak of that edginess would be when her willingness to fight became actualized.

But the more she was reminded of the fact that she could not unleash that side that craved vengeance more than oxygen underwater, the higher the urge to fight leveled up. As every second rolled into a bundle of a minute, an invisible hand clamped its way around her heart intending to squeeze every pint of blood that it pumped and it made her chest hurt with intense pain.

She could feel the friction between that invisible hand and the walls of the skeleton that guarded her chest.

"Ebunoluwa!" her heart pounded at the sound of her name, making the pain resonate triple-fold between her chest. "What is the definition of technology?!"

The teacher standing next to the whiteboard had observed Ebun's lack of concentration for quite a while and had wanted to put her in check by asking her that question.

Ebun tapped her desk slightly with the tip of her index finger and her thumb as she clutched her fingers tightly on her breast pocket. She attempted to detach herself from her maladaptive reasoning or reasonable delusion rather when she realized she had been gazing out the window for so long once she had spotted a guy in black clothes walking past the confectionery downstairs. The sight alone had brought a thousand duplicated images of the masked guy to her inner eye.

"It's...erm...It's the...I...I don't know sir, " she gave up on trying. The classroom was eerily silent.

She had expected her classmates to laugh at her because it was a typical colossal assholery trait for students to laugh at their colleagues for not knowing the answer to a question or for giving a dumb answer. But they didn't laugh.

They didn't laugh.

Did they know?

Were they pitying her? Were they not laughing because they didn't find it funny or it was because they wouldn't dare after knowing what happened to her?