A DAY TO REMEMBER

CALL AUNT SALA!

I try so hard to keep my tears at Bay but it seems I just can't take it anymore so I release them, maybe they'll help me get rid of this lamp on my throat, maybe I will feel at easy and less tensed afterwards.

My body continues to shake as fear Cripps inside me, I've never been so scared in my life like tonight.
But trying hard to be strong , I'm trying my level best not to freak out.
I hold my checked brown blanket so tight as I continue to pant and breath so hard. I have been sleeping on a Reed mat my entire life but I didn't notice just how hard the ground feels, I keep on turning side by side but I don't seem to find the perfect position.
There is a big storm outside, lightening shadows keeping on flashing on the wall and thunder sounds are tearing my soul with fear.
It hadn't rained for a long time so I think today the flood gates found their opportunity to kill us.
I have been awake for an hour now and I envy my little brother Luo who seems to be enjoying his sleep, in times like these when it is raining sleep becomes beautiful but not for me.
I spot a mosquito feasting on his nose and I smash it carefully not to wake him up. he releases a tiny smirk, beautiful enough to melt someone's hardened heart and slowly he lets it fade. Luo is so innocent to live such a life- too innocent. He is only three although he behaves like a ten years old boy, but still he doesn't deserve such kind of treatment. I always read someone in his eyes, I read hope in his voice- Luo is our future hope, our messiah who will help us escape this hell hole.
He is too innocent to witness dad's low vibes and bad actions,
Dad always come home drunk and smitten by alcohol and whenever he comes in this manner, he always picks a fight with mom.
A few months ago mom announced about her pregnancy and dad got furious, he hit her so bad such that she lost her pregnancy. I remember how traumatized mom was, she became a walking dead, she barely ate, talked to anybody or took care of herself not until uncle Rameses took her in for a couple of weeks. I think he took her to a shrink or something, but before he came to her rescue, dad could blame her for the lose of the child, he could scold her and when he saw no sign of reaction or sound from Mom he could hit her so badly.
A loud splitting scream wakes me up from my thoughts, Its followed by sounds of crashing glasses on the floor, then there is silence....the fighting is over. I hold my breath when I realise that the scream came from Mom's room and the silence is just too much and odd, only dad's loud and fast breath tone is heard. Oh no could it be?......
I quickly rash to her room and on the entrance I'm blocked by a furious and confused dad. For a moment he stares at me with His eyes filled with rage, it seems like a volcano has just erupted inside there, his chest is rather enormous as he keeps on panting fast and loudly. I grasp for air because I don't recognize this man in front of me, he looks like a maniac or a vampire. He he stretches his hand and for moment I thought he was about to hit me and then he pushes me to the other side and walks outs slamming the door behind. "Bunch of aliens", is the only sentence he utters before he vanishes away and if only I knew the price of those three words, I would not have allowed him to vanish away. I rash to see mum and what I see drains all my strength...
Mom is laying on the floor lifeless, blood dripping from her nose so profusely. Her face looks like it has just been minced, things are scattered everywhere and besides her is a broken bottle, my heart sinks and I quickly rash to her "mom", I whisper between my breath as I feel hot tears kiss my chicks, I hold her hand so tightly it's so pale and cold, "Maambo... Call Aunt Sala", mum says with a shallow voice, then she passes out..........
   

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