"Faithe, I need to tell you something" Dad started
"Okayy"I replied.
"I want to remarry"
Pause pause
"Y-you w-want t-to?"
"You see..."
I ran to my room and shut the door. God knows I'm not coming out till further notice.
"Faithe are you okay?"
What do you think?
I did not reply and I was not bother. The only proof for the next three days that I was alive were the screams. They stopped on the second day.
"Faithe. It's me James. Open up." He knocked. I crawled to the door to open.
"H-he w-wants...". I croaked. He hugged me.
"It's fine okayy, I know already". He replied.
"Thanks James but how'd you know?"
"You know you have short term memory. We're family friends".
I'm even to weak to respond.
"Here drink" He handed me a bottle of water.
"Did you get my text?" He asks.
"Did you send one?"
"I wouldn't ask if I didn't."
J: Hope you're good. Just checking on you though. You might not pick my calls that's why I hadn't called. You know you can talk to me. I'm only one call away. I know what happened. See ya."
"Thanks so much James"
"It's fine, trust me. Everyone was asking of you, even Jomi." He sighed.
"I'm going to my cousin's place next week" I blurted
"Well it's good for you. Most the most out of it. Now eat he said.
I want James to be my best friend😁😁😂
Okay so this is usually a phase many people do not want to pass through. Trust me when I say it can be depressing. You start thinking about if she's gonna be nice when your family is not there of if she's a witch😂😂
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Teen Fiction#4 in tas #1 in Abeokuta Dedicated to all Africans who are depressed and suffer PTSD. How exactly do you explain to an African parent that you need help? Do Africans even care about the state of their mental health? How do I tell others how I fe...
