It was supposed to be the most anticipated period for the seniors but trouble surfaced in the form of a revengeful bitch, the unexpected presence of a returning student, death in the most unlikely place, and a series of agonizing moments.
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“Would things have been better if
I had acted differently?
I guess we would never know.”
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~Oluwaseyi Alexander Johnson~
Hollow.
My eyes were hollow. They were red, bloodshot from not having slept for two days straight. But they weren't wet. I brought my hand to my eyes as I stared at my reflection in the mirror, ignoring my hair which was a tangled mess.
Just as I was looking, my eyes were as dry as the desert. Not even a single tear had dropped from them since the disaster that had been that night. No matter how much I tried, how hard I tried, I couldn't cry.
I didn't know how to cry about what had happened.
Turning the tap on, I brought my fingers down my face under the running water. I scooped water into my hands and splashed them on my face. Maybe if I tried hard enough, I could pretend that they were tears running down my face.
How could I not cry?
After a few more attempts, I turned off the tap and proceeded to pull off my clothes. My shoulders ache and I had a nasty headache building up. The terrible kind that even five dosages of paracetamol wouldn't stop. It came as a result of not having slept for more than two days.
I knew that even if I tried tonight, I wouldn't be able to sleep like I'd been pretending that I'd been doing to my parents.
Everytime I closed my eyes, Grace face appeared in my mind. Eyes puckered, dry, empty, hollow. Dead. A contrast to what they had been when I'd last seen her before her demise. Death.
My body shuddered at that thought and it shuddered even more when I got under the running shower tap. Not even the water could calm down the barrage of thoughts and images already flooding my mind from that night at the Nwankwo mansion.
There had been blood everywhere.
Red, sticky and very disturbing but that wasn't what I had been looking at as I stood there amidst the brewing chaos and the officer's confusion while they pushed everyone back to inspect the scene.
While people screamed at the top of their lungs, crying for whom they hadn't liked, I stood there staring at the hollow creeping face of my best friend covered in blood.
