𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

23#𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬

I decided we all need to look at it from Maimuna's perspective and since we've never had her POV before I guess... this is it.

𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐊

"Wake up would you?" I lifted my heavy eyes open to see the image of my mom in pink scrubs.

"Mom. Good morning mom." I told her and she nodded.

"Aren't you going to school today?. It's 7:40 and you're still in bed. Get up already." She rapped out before pulling the duvet away from my body.

I didn't know how to tell my mother that I couldn't go to that school again.

Not today.

Not ever.

I couldn't just bring myself to see all their faces. The stares alone made me want to commit suicide. I'm even surprised I'm still here because I can be very suicidal.

"I- mom I- I don't think i-" I stuttered without even making sense.

"What are you even saying?" She said as she caressed my face.

"Mom I want to tell you something-" Her phone beeped and she checked it. She bent down to kiss me on the forehead.

"I can't stay any longer. I'll talk to you later. My shift's about to begin. We'll chat when I get back tomorrow morning." With that she left my bedroom and I sank into the bed.

Life with my mother has always been like that. My father died when I was just twelve.  I still miss him every minute of my life.

He was always around me, gisting with me and all that. We were really close friends. His death made me sad and left this huge hole in my heart that can never be replaced.

It felt like I lost two people in my life. With my dad gone, I feel my mom drifting away slowly. It's like she's delving into more and more work to erase the thought of my father.

Just imagine a mother leaving the house around 7am only to return the next morning around 5am and then she'll sleep all through the day till the next morning.

It feels like she's intentionally avoiding me. It's like I remind her of him everytime she looks at me.

There's nothing worse than the feeling of losing both parents.

I wiped the tears that had gathered and pushed my face into my soft pillow.

When I couldn't sleep I stood up from my bed and was about to go to the kitchen to make myself breakfast when I saw my shattered phone screen on the floor of my bedroom.

I remember throwing it on the floor in anger when I read the messages on the class group chat.

It was yesterday students of Beacon Hill Academy knew there existed a girl named Maimuna Malik.

They were buzzing my phone with calls and direct messages. They were all idiots fishing for gist to satisfy their wicked souls.

Hell, I didn't need their sympathy.

If my bestfriends could betray me, what could the entire random population not do.