A/N Thank you for being patient during the brief hiatus. I'll post two chapters this week as a result, then back to Chapters up every Thursday until further notice :)Thank you for the comments, suggestions and likes...
Which brings me to: don't forget to like the story, it helps out a lot.
Last but not least, this story is dedicated to My Short Black Man (that's an alias) You helped me out a lot, a freaking lot seriously and I am grateful and honoured to know you.
Enjoy y' all.
I was over the moon! Excited! Ecstatic!
Finally! Something had paid off. I had just gotten a call hours before from two different independently owned stores and they wanted to take up my offer for employment. Granted, I would be paid peanuts, but at least the excursion to the city when I got harassed wasn't a total waste. Plus, having little money was better than none.
"Black suit, where is my black suit!" I was a literal destroyer of bedrooms at this point. Throwing my clothes from my drawer with the eager exuberance of an excited puppy.
I was ready!
It could have been my imagination but at that thought, I heard a scoff.
The dagger had a twisted sense of humour. Ever since its sarcastic parting shot, it went mum. And I didn't even get in the last, appropriately sarcastic word -shut up doesn't count. I looked at the dagger on the bed, scathingly might I add. A second scoff, more pronounced, I blinked once, but it remained unmoving and the silence stretched between us.
I slowly approached my bed, preparing myself to touch it. Of late, its edges were sharper, partly because my mother took to it with a whetstone. This meant I was bleeding constantly, from extra nicks and cuts inflicted on me.
I let out a heavy sigh.
'No, dammit! Nothing is going to get me down!' I thought to myself. I then proceeded to pick the offending item up like a used condom found on a doorway and slowly moved it to my dresser, making sure it was well away from my person. I was ready for my beauty sleep!
The following morning found me on the floor, I was losing grasp on actual reality. Breathing heavily, hands shaking, I curled into a ball in the middle of the room. I had no idea what I had dreamt of, but the pungent stink of it overwhelmed me. Shivers wracked me from head to toe and my teeth were grinding each other to dust.
"Calm down, calm down, calm down, calm down" The mantra repeated in my head. "It's not real, calm down." The voice wasn't mine. "Shh, Shh, not real... Breathe ...breathe through it. Okay, it is somewhat real but not right now."
A strangled laugh escaped my throat. My mouth was dry, and my tongue was stuck at the roof of my mouth. I continued heaving, trying my best to force air down lungs that were threatening to shut down at any moment. Slowly, though it seemed like hours, I started getting a hold of my environs. I was on the floor. I was exhausted as if I had just run the London marathon in less than an hour. I tried lifting my fingers but to no avail, my body failed me.
So, I stayed there, curled up for a while. Breathing.
"You know", the stupid dagger said "Thank God you did not pee on yourself! Imagine explaining that to your mother."
I opened my eyes, and a red haze settled upon my vision. By sheer force of will, I rose up and headed out of my room. I wanted to slam the door so hard out but, not only did I not have the energy for that but also had to be mindful. This was my mother's house and murder happen daily.
