If anyone ever told me that few months after relocating to my dream country I will end up to be running in an unkown forest for almost twenty hours.
I will call that person a big fat lier.
And here I am in the middle of nowhere running for my life and with a big cut on my leg which I got from a dried tree trunk while running.
Oh before I forget its raining cats and dogs also. I have never been happy to be a Lagosian than I am now.
Been born and raised in Lagos Nigeria makes one use to been drenched in rainfall because rainfall is an almost everyday thing over there.
The wound on my thigh been bleeding non-stop. If I don’t find a way to stop this blood soon I may pass out very soon.
But to find a way to stop the bleeding means I have to stop running and I cannot afford that because I don’t know if those people are still out there in this forest looking for me.After much deliberation with my inner self I decided to stop and tie my wound because if I don’t I may pass out and those people will still find my unconscious body.
Which is the last thing I want, I don’t even want to think about what they will do to me.
I can still remember how those disgusting men had their hands all over my body.
I still remember how the girl next to my bed was been dragged back to the room by one of those scary men after she was been raped to the point that she passed out.
Thinking about those things brought back fresh tears to my eyes.No Ara you have escaped there and you are never going back there, you are stronger than this. I mentally scolded myself.
I finally managed to stop the bleeding on my thigh after I tied I with a piece of my dress I torn.
Its getting dark and I need to find a road or something that can lead me to a town maybe.What time is it now? I don’t know but all I know is that it is late in the night.
I can only see and walk because of the full moon shining bright in the night.
I am felling weaker every seconds that goes by. I can hardly walk all thanks to the wound on my thigh. I just try to keep my eyes open even though it is getting difficult by every passing second.
The only thing I could do know is to pray.
Pray! It feels strange to say that word. I stopped praying weeks ago after I found myself in those peoples hand.
Escaping felt hopeless because no one have ever escaped that place.
Somehow I manage to escape by some miracle.
“Oh God please help me don’t let me die in a strange forest. I want to escape this forest please show me the way”.A house! Finally I can see a house, even though it is at least a mile away but I can walk there.
Oh no the rain came back again.Twenty minutes, thirty minutes I don’t know how long it took me to get to the house but that was the most hardest time of my life.
I tried to keep my eyes open even with the heavy rain fall. I cannot count how many times I stumble but I knew I somehow ended up on the front porch of the house.
Who am I kidding this is no ordinary house it is a beautiful two floor house.
I don’t get how this white people think. Forgive me no racism involved but I don’t get how one will build a beautiful house like this in the middle of no where.Aramide this is not the time to think about why somebody build a house in the middle of nowhere, instead you should be thanking that person. I mentally scolded myself.
I knocked for a few seconds and after not hearing any sound, I decided to turn the knob with the little energy I have left. It seems no body lives hear
Stupid me how leaves their house unlock this late at night either they are around or not.
I think this is it for me, atleast I get to die in a place where someone can find my dead body.
Eventually I know the owners the house will find my body on their front porch maybe they will bury me but who knows.
I know it is not a good idea to die on the front porch of other peoples house but you cannot choose where you die.
That was my last thought before I lost consciousness.I opened my eyes to a room I assume is a lounge with every furniture covered by a white dust cover except the couch I am lying on.
At first I asked myself if I am dead I then remembered a dead person will not be having a headache like the one I am having now.
I don’t know how long I passed out but the good news is I am still alive.
How did I end up here? I also don’t know but I think the answer to my question will only be answered by the person making those sound I can hear from somewhere around the house.
My previous dress is still on my body the only thing different is the bandage wrapped around my thigh.
And the big warm blanket that was covering me before I removed it.
Even my sneakers are laid on the floor besides the couch I am laying on.
I tried to get up. Keyword tried because I immediately fell back on the couch because of the intense pain I felt from my thigh where my wound is.I tried to get up again after a few minutes and this time around I got up more gently.
I used the nearest wall to support myself and stood up.
I kept walking toward where the sound was coming from while using the wall as support.
Every single furniture I pass is covered by a white dustcover and even in the lounge I passed everything is covered too.
Where is this place and who on earth covers everything with a black dust cover.
I followed the noise and it leads to a hallway.
Even the picture which are hung on the wall of the hallway are turned backwards.
To even think of it the only source of light in the house was just some oil lamp that was lit around the house.
Where is this place, I hope I did not end up in a serial killer house, Or maybe a haunted house.
Oh my god there must be ghost around the house.
Who uses oil lamp in this era and age again.
There was a door at the end of the hallway. The sunlight coming through the door was the only bright light in the house.
I managed to reach the door and looked out. I was faced with a glistening back of a man who is breaking wood with an axe. He is only wearing a jean pant which is hanging on his waist.
Even though the unkown man before me could be a ghost but who cares, definitely not me. I have been through a lot that I think I stopped caring.
Who is this man I wondered. I can see his ripped muscles which is been flexed every time he hits the wood with the axe.
I leaned against the door frame to look at the man. You cannot blame me it’s not every day you have man with a ripped back on display to you.
I don’t know for how long I was standing there and ogling at the back of the strange man.
For a moment I forgot about my leg which was hurt until I stood on the leg and that made me flinch and fall.
The noise of me falling was what caught the strange man’s attention. He dropped the axe and he turned around.
The ugly scars I saw running from the top of his chest down to where his pants is hanging made me gasp loudly.
I have seen many scars in my life but this Is the ugliest I have ever seen. It seems like a burn scar but much worse than that.
Where ever that man got the scares from it must have been a miracle he survived.
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