COLD (a nigerian story)

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"Yemisi. I've been calling you for the past two minutes with no answer and you're telling me you're okay? I don't believe you" dad said dropping his cutlery and facing me.

"Dad I'm good okay?"

"No you're not! Yemisi we are all shocked by the news too but please..it hurts to see our own daughter like this. You've hardly eaten since the past two days and you've hardly spoken to anyone. Please"  mom added stroking my hand.

I shook my head and looked up. But instead I saw my sister glaring at me. "Yinka?" I called but there was no answer. I looked back at mum and dad and then looked up. She wasn't there.

I inhaled sharply and stood up, pushing my chair backward with a force. "Yemisi?" Mum called alerted she stood up and walked to me and hugged me while my dad just looked at me searchingly.

"The nightmares are back" He said. "Yemisi am I right?"

I sniffed and then burst into tears as I nodded. "Omo mi" Mum cried in a funny accent and hugged my tighter. I hugged her back and rested my head on her shoulder as I cried.

Dad came also and joined the group hug, hugging us tightly together. "Yemisi" he said when we broke the hug.

I sighed. I knew he was going to tell me to get a counselor. he always wanted me to get one. He thought that I needed someone I could talk to more than I would to my parents. But it was not true!

I needed my parents more than anyone at this moment. "Aren't you a Christian?" He asked slowly. And right then I felt like the worst person on planet earth. I had forgotten about God. When I was meant to ask him for help. I even forgot He was there.

"You know, Jesus said He would never leave nor forsake you. He also said, Call on me in the days of trouble and I will give you rest. Don't forget that. Even if you can't tell us somethings..understand you can tell it to God"

Telling it to God was exactly what I did. I prayed and tried to talk to him but for some reasons it didn't really help me. Maybe because I was still pretty doubtful or something but I knew nothing was working out.

Best friends? .. gone.

Tony? .. Gone.

Sister? .. Long gone

At some point, it became worse for me. I saw Yinka everywhere. Any time I looked and saw someone with similar features of Yinka I would walk up to them and hug them thinking it was Yinka.

That is until the person pushes me off them, call me a lesbian or psycho and run away.

And then it got up to the point where I never really cared again. I wouldn't show any emotion. Even when I got injured I wouldn't cry.

Even when my dad got me the 2019 model of MacBook Pro. I wasn't still happy. All I wanted was to be able to hold Yinka and hug her till the world ends.

But we don't always get what we want, do we?

I know it might be pathetic or weird that I'm starting to think this things over and over after everything that has happened within the past one year, but I just couldn't help it.

The door creaked open. I turned my head to see my mom watching me with worry etched on her face. She closed the door and walked to me, sitting down on the bed and without saying anything, she wrapped her hands around me in a hug.

I didn't return the gesture. I just sat and waited for her to stop hugging me.

"Y-Yemisi." She called taking my hands into hers. I hated hearing her voice at that moment because it sounded so broken.

I turned to meet her gaze with an expressionless face.

"Yemisi please talk to me. I need to hear your voice. Please." She croaked out. Tears began to fill in her eyes. I still kept shut.

"Please" she sniffed. Tears now pored out.

"Look..I know its hard. Your twin is...g-go.. No she's not gone. But its also hard for us too. Okay? Please don't do this to yourself. Please don't...I can't bear it. I love you so much and.." She paused and began to sob.

I still didn't say anything. I just watched her.

"w-w-watching you be like this. Watching you become a s-s-shadow of yourself makes me...it kills me inside. Watching my child like this. Yemisi please."

I stood up dropping her hands. I looked at her straight in the eye and then walked away. I heard her sobs become louder but I chose to ignore her.

I needed to breathe.

I needed to walk away from memories for a while no matter how impossible it seemed.

***

I opened the door to the house and closed it. It was past seven in the evening when I got back from walking around. I needed to re-think life again. I walked towards the stairs when something caught my eyes. Or rather...people.

I walked to the sitting room instead and there sat my dad, my mom, police officers and my sister! I blinked thinking it was just another one of my imaginations.

I blinked again hoping she would disappear like she had been doing, instead of torturing me but she didn't disappear. Instead she stood up for a while and then said something to the other police before sitting back there.

my eyes traveled to my parents and took in their expression. they looked unsure of how to react.

I looked back again to her

My sister was standing there this time for real.

***

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I'll update as fast as possible don't worry.

So.. The reason I didn't update in a long time was because...our exams were postponed so I had to of course read and get ready for them. So my summer just stared.

But I'm back..healthy and well