MISERIES

WHAT THE HELL

AMINA

Attention.

I never gave this word and the baggage it came with, a time in my life. I've never for once cared about how people would perceive me. I wasn't one who laid so much emphasis and importance on first impression.

Most people who haven't met me would be like it's most likely because no-one does as much as spare me a mere glance. Those who have would probably think I'm somekind of snub.

Both assumptions being very wrong. But most likely never to be corrected, because as much as I would love to explain to them as why I don't interact with anyone, I would rather do the exact opposite. 
Cause sometimes you've got to let them believe the better lie than the bitter truth. 
And for someone like me who has lied to more people than anyone one in this planet I can testify that  sometimes a few white lies couldn't hurt. 

My thought rudely disrupted, as the strongest cologne ever known to mankind, found its way to my nostrils fogging my brain, leaving it in a confused cloudy mess causing me to cough out some of that gaseous poison, whilst acknowledging that someone was sitting directly opposite. 

"You ever heard of diluted perfumes?"

"I'm trying to make a statement."

I ignored him.  Focused my whole mind the the book I was reading.  Hoping he would get the memo and leave me be.

I honestly underestimated his level of patience.

"What do you want from me?" I asked him after replaying some scenarios in my head if I had taken some different actions. This was most acceptable.

"Even though I would love to tease and prolong the matter, seeing as the size of your patience is equivalent to a thread I'd rather not. I want us to be allies."

"Not interested."
"That was...rather quick."

"I don't usually ponder unnecessarily on things I know I wouldn't still change my mind on. It's how I operate."

"Save your little speech for someone who actually intends to listen."

Ouch.

"When I said allies I didn't necessarily mean best buds. I meant more like an alliance f9rmed at desperate times.
Times like this."

"What do you mean times like This?"
"Oh God, you're already a not so pleasant sight , I didn't need you to be slow and naive and dumb."

"You know for someone who is asking for a favour you sure do have a filthy mouth."

That's where you're wrong.  You're not doing me any favour. Hell you're not doing anyone any favour. You're doing yourself a favour by accepting my proposal."

"How? How exactly am I helping my self by helping You?
And what even is this favour?."

"Call me filthy mouthed, you are dumb.  It's surprising you haven't grasped onto what I have been implying."

"Well aren't making it easy for me seeing as you are constantly speaking in riddles and beating round the bush."

He paused to look at me. It was like he was trying to figure out what was so relevant that it occupied every single space in my brain leaving no room for any additional knowledge.

"Let me ask you something.  Why are you here? No that's  too blunt. Let's put it this way. 96 hours ago you were home blissfully unaware of the things being concocted for you to drink. You were probably reading a book as you're doing now or stalking my IG page. It's not the first time. 96 hours later you're here blissfully aware-probably not-that there is some kind of plot we were mixed up in. The question of the day.

Don't you want Out?"

TOBE

Burden. That was the first thing that came to my mind when I saw my mum having a conversation with Mr Bassey.

She s only here because was ordered to be present.
She s only here because she has no choice.
She would give anything to leave this place
Leave you.
For good.

My face was laced with sweat when I snapped out of 5he trance. I was quite confused when I didn't see  my mum anywhere.

I asked around.
She left.

She left without saying goodbye. Without even as little as announcing her depature. I felt that turn and twist your heart does when it's in pain and at the point of breaking. She can't bail. She can't bail on me now.  Not  now. Not when I need her most. Not when I'm at the point of breaking.  She s the only family I have left. She was the only one who got me. She was the only one who stood behind me firm and supportive when I'm being accused if something I didn't do.

And now she's one of them.

I've never felt so alone in my life. It's like some kind of constant darkness. The room I was in suddenly felt so small. With no windows. No openings. No air. I felt like I was suffocating.  I couldn't breathe. My heart was beating so fast. I ran out of there shouting.

"Let me out! Let me out of here!! I didn't do nothing!! "
I screamed from my lungs. Some cadets came to hold me down. But they won't understand. I need to go. It felt like the walls were closing on me.  The hallway slowly getting narrower.

"Let me go!!! Let me fucking go!! I didn't do shit! I'm innocent! I don't wanna be here! Please can you fucking listen to me! I'm telling you the truth. I'm not crazy!"

I saw the school nurse coming my way.  On her left were two paramedics pushing a stretcher. On her right was a shot. I panicked as she came close.

"No no no no wait! wait!! wait!!! don't-"

I blacked out.

LANRE

I had met with Amina. It was surprising enough to see such a person. So slow to grab onto things but quick enough to snap.

I've always saved the easiest for the last. Most people won't agree on this part. But I would like to use enough reserved energy for the most difficult. 

In this case AMINA.

She was a feisty being. Very snarky. Introverted and sacarstic. I hated her.  But for the sake of alliance I was willing to put aside my preferences and work together to leave this place.
And she was the perfect person for phase one.

This place wasn't for me. It wasn't for anyone. Everything I had hoped to find here went MIA. The girls were to busy being in withdrawal to actually take care of their looks. And smell. The security system was shit. Apparently they focused more on physical strength than technical.  So anything computer related in my plan was dissolved. Making me completely useless.

But not the others.

That's why I needed them. But I'll never tell them that.