I never heard the screams. I was as deaf to them as I was to my mother tongue. Otherwise I would have understood what was going on. Yes my social skills were lax but I was a bright child – gifted and talented to be exact. I had an enquiring mind. When presented with a scenario, fictional or not, I'd infer and investigate before concluding. That's what my English teacher Ms Vellum taught us in school - she called it the PEE method. Some kids snickered at that but I didn't laugh – PEE wasn't funny to me. She was clearly using the letters P-E-E as an acronym for the words point, evidence, explain and not referring to when you take a piss in the toilet.
But like I said. If I'd heard the screams I would have pointed them out, any suspicious activity I saw would have served as evidence and I could explain what was going on. But this chain of events did not occur because I did not hear the screams. And now I'm paying for it with my life.
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RomanceMy mother named me Karma. She said I was living proof that what goes around truly did come back around: that I symbolised all that was right in a world of wrong. But in this last year I've grown to hate my name. Not because of my mother but because...
