The Truth About Mariam

Chapter 24.

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I sighed as i walked out of the prison gates, into the world with my clothes,hand bag and a small amount of money.
I didn't realize I've missed being outside, missed the fresh cool breeze. I've been caged, locked up in prison for three years.

Hillary, Rest in Peace. That's the only word i can say. Nothing else.

Wherever i go, I'll always remember i killed him and i caused his family great pain.

Asake's parents found a good lawyer for me, and here I am. Free. But still guilty.

I don't have anyone, I'm just an empty vessel. An empty soul.

I walked to the main road, as i walked, i smiled. I missed being in Lagos. Missed the smell of roasted corn sold in the markets.

How am i ever going to repay Asake, for all the things she has done for me, and for all the evil i did to her.

I don't know what would happen from now. I am jobless, homeless, and education less.

And i caused it for my self. I did all this. I destroyed my life with my hands and my evil heart.

I'm to blame for my downfall. No one else is, not even my parents.

My Parents! Argh. My heart is filled with pure hate for them. I don't think they ever loved me. My dad told me once, I was just a money making low life to him.

I didn't even realize i was crying till i felt something wet drop on my hand. I feel dizzy. People looked at me as i cried on the way, worried faces, disgusted faces, neutral faces. I ignored it all.

I can't breath. I can't breath. I tried to push those thoughts from my mind.

I reminded myself. I am not a failure. But the more i say it, the more i doubt and think i really am.

"Please, somebody help me. I can't breath" I yell, clutching my chest, tears rushing down like water.
Passerby and some market women came to my aid. Someone patted my back. "You would be alright. Take a deep breath." I did, but it didnt last long before i started suffocating again. The person that patted my back and spoke those words moved to my front. It was a man.

His face was worried  as he looked at me. "Leave her alone. I'll take care
of her." He said to the people.

What. A stranger? "I don't think so  mister. I can take care of my self. Thanks for your help though."

He just smiled. He treated me as if i was his friend, not someone he just met, suffocating in the market square.

"You don't know me? Don't worry. You will. Get into my car, I'll take you to a nearby hospital."

"What if i don't want to follow you. I'm fine already. I can breath well. Thank you, but i would have to turn down your offer."

"Okay. As long as you're okay. I'm satisfied." He smiled, getting into his car. He stopped, turning back to face me. He walked towards me. His hand went to his pants pocket as he got out his phone. "Mind giving me your number?"

Okay. What is he. A fucking pervert. I don't even have a phone.

"No. I can't give you." I tell him.

"Very well Mariam. Have it your way. It was a pleasure meeting you in an uncomfortable situation. We'd meet again. I'm sure of that." And he walked to a parked car. He opened the door, glancing at me and he smiled, his dimples appearing.

Wait. "How did you know my name?" I ask him

He didnt reply, he just gave me that dimpled smile of his and drove off, leaving me clueless.

I was better. I could breath now. Okay. I need to go back home. Arrange myself and my life. I also need a phone.

Where would i start from? I talk as if *Home* is somewhere i would even like to step my feet into.

I sighed once more as i walked down the road, looking for a cab to take me back home.

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