Love Is Murder

Death Looked Good on Him

The sky isnt the only one that's cries, it brings tears in form of rain. And then comes the sun, such brightness it dries off the tears.

Ekene was becoming like the sky, he battled many times, to stop the rains that pours down, from his eyes. Days when the clouds was dark on his life, hovering daily around him, like a canopy, and he prayed for sunlight.

He struggled to fight depression, the kind that hides in the corner, ever so insidious and waits, till a vulnerable moment. It suggests and implies, It spins different kinds of lies.

Ekene prayed daily for the sun, but he couldn't get it, maybe he didn't pray hard enough or nobody up there ever answered him. He had a home and parents that loved him.

They called every day- and tell him much they love him, how much they want him back, how much they miss his insatiable hunger, and his beautiful smile that brought hope to them.

Deep down, Ekene knew it was facade, a pair of different masks he wore, for different people, for different reasons. To never disappoint his father's unrelenting quench for success, for everything he did.

He languished at school, he avoided it like a plague. So when he was sent to college a faithfull day, years ago, he never once entered class.

Ekene was always locked up in his dorm room, it was his hideaway, it was his privacy, it was his home, it was his prison. And like every prisoner he sought escape from his life, the prisoner he called it.

So then came the addictions, to different kinds of hard drugs, like a temporary route to freedom, to imagination. He took them all, all at the same time.

Then he dreamt of the stars making love to the blue moon, he saw different wonders, his mind could conjour together. And the more he took them, the more he wanted more, and before he knew it, junkie was his nickname.

He inhaled and injected, snuffed and wallowed, till there was no more to try. He spent his money, time and opinions, so imbedded in such a lifestyle, he saw no escape route.

Life pressured him not to stay, his hopes and dreams were vanished like the breeze in a hot afternoon, now he lived just for that, to live, to not disappoint his parents with a shameful thing as suicide.

He did think about it.
He thought about it so much, that he slid off on to the dorm concrete ceiling and stayed on the edge of the ten stories building, then he looked down.

He heard it speak to him, the devil, the depression on high note keys begging and cheering him to jump. To call away from his prison, to break free from life.

So he stepped forward and forward till there was no place to go further than to go down.

He closed his eyes and reminisced the beautiful moments of his life, was it as beautiful as he thought. He often wondered if anyone truly understood him. It wasn't his fault that he was so different.

He took on foot off, he wanted to end it all quickly, to avoid the pain of knowing what he wanted to do to himself. And as soon he wanted to let go.

"Stop!!!" Boomed a voice from behind.

He didn't relent, although he took a step backwards, this time he thought, this is the time.

"Stop I tell you, or I'll throw you off myself," the voice continued, "It wouldn't be suicide then, it'll be murder."

Ekene turned to address the voice, only to be met by a  beautiful sight before him. Her eyes were brown and big, she had an almond shaped face that was fiercely built.

Her hair was jet black like a coal, long and shiny like the stars. Her figure was like a Disney princess, she had a slim body and a waist that could dangle and move like the African cobra. She walked slowly, her long legs striding virtually, so it looked like she floats.