"Sometimes, you have to kind of die inside in order to rise from your own ashes and believe in yourself, and love yourself enough to become a new person."
_ Gerard Way _
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Hilary Idara Eghosa has always been one of the Elites in Crestview Inter...
(Yes, that's me in the media above. Now you have seen my face. Hehehe 😀)
It's such an irony that I'm celebrating my birthday by updating a very sad chapter. This chapter might actually make you cry (depends on if you want to form hard guy or you want your emotions to flow 🥹). In fact, it's very possible that you feel sorry for Demilade Jordan sef.
Let's see if I'm right.
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𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐀 (Simisola André Jordan)
I don't remember pulling the handbrake. I even barely finished twisting the key out of the ignition.
One second, the car was screeching into the parking lot, the next I was already outside, door still swinging shut behind me.
My legs didn't even feel like mine, they were moving too fast, carrying a kind of desperation that went bone-deep.
From the transparent doors from the building, I could see the world inside that hospital, and it didn't feel real.
It felt too bright. Too loud. Too awake for 1:30 a.m.
But none of it registered. I didn't fucking care.
I crashed through the sliding doors hard enough that the people inside startled like pigeons scattering from a gunshot.
Some woman gasped.
A man jerked his head up from his phone.
The whole reception had turned to look at me—doctors, patients, security, a freaking janitor pushing a mop.
Even the nurse who had been asleep behind the counter practically levitated out of her chair, blinking at me like I ripped her out of a nightmare.
They all stared like they just watched a mad man escape straight from Aro psychiatric ward and sprint in here.
Maybe I was a mad man. It wasn't exactly farfetched.
Because nothing about what I felt was sane. My mind was flooded, every single thought drowned under one truth:
Mummy.
I need to get to Mummy.
I didn't slow down. Didn't look left or right. Didn't care whose path I cut across. Air punched in and out of my chest like fire. I was seconds, maybe milliseconds, away from ripping through every ward door until I found her.
"Sir! Sir, excuse me!" the nurse behind the counter shouted behind me, standing up from the chair she was sitting on. "You can't go in there! Sir! Sir!"
