Don't allow the mistakes of your past to determine your present only if you realize that your past experience is indeed the key to your future.
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*~*~*~*~*That feeling...
It's unsettling and unnerving.
But it's pure bliss at the same time.
And when it's all over what's left is just...
Inexplicable pain.
That's how I felt when I woke up. Everywhere was dark and eerily quiet. I groped around in darkness for my flashlight.
Turning it on, I saw the dried blood beside my wrist and on my bed. I groaned and held my head in my hand, I had a killer headache, the memories of last night flashed in my mind.
Brrrrrnng! Brrrrrnng!!
Something was vibrating and that was what woke me up. I fished out my small phone, the android was with him and I wondered who was calling me.
The caller id displayed 'my endless' and I felt that familiar pang in my chest again. Before I could answer, the call ended. The time read two minutes past three midnight.
The phone vibrated again and I picked up the call hurriedly.
"Nwunye m," he said over the phone. His voice sounded hoarse like he'd been crying.
"It's late," I whispered. I wasn't about to have my parents barge into my room and seize my phone for late night calls.
"I can't sleep." Okay, he was definitely crying.
"I'm sorry," I whispered.
"Why did you lie, baby?"
"It isn't like that, I didn't mean to," I cried.
"You're not proud of me," he said.
"Of course I am," I replied.
"Prove it," he challenged.
"How?" I had no idea of what to do.
"I'm going to drive over there and you'll come home with me, I need you now," he replied.
"You know I can't," I cried.
"I'm on my way," he said and hanged up.
I dialed his number again but he wouldn't answer his call. Sighing, I settled down to rest my aching head. Not more than five minutes, my phone vibrated again and I heard the engine of a car outside. I answered as quietly as I could.
"Hello."
"Nwunye m, I'm outside," he said over the phone.
"Honey, I can't come out please. It's midnight," I tried to reason with him.
"You don't love me," he stated clearly.
"No, that's not true," I cried.
"Then come out," he ordered.
"I'll get into trouble," I replied.
"If you don't come out now it's over!" He yelled.
"No way!" I yelled back. My parents room door opened as I hurriedly hid the phone and pretended to be asleep.
"Bia, Amara," my mom called.
"Ma," I answered.
"Who's making that noise here?" She opened my room door now.
I turned on the flashlight to where I had positioned a bible.
"I'm doing midnight prayer," I lied.
"Keep on deceiving yourself oo." Then she used the toilet and went back to her room. I groaned. You just can't lie to my mom.
"Baby," he was calling me over the phone.
"I can't talk again my mom came out," I whispered.
"You value your mom more than me!" He exclaimed.
"Baby, it's not like that," I tried to explain.
"Don't you know that I should be first in your life even before that your God!" He ranted, " tell me what they've done for you that I've not done. You're very ungrateful. You're a witch."
He hanged up the phone and I heard a car driving off. All through I tried calling him but he wouldn't answer when he finally answered his exact words was this, "don't you ever call this number again else I'll burn your airtime. You're very stupid, ungrateful thing." And he hanged up. I kept on trying till he picked up and totally ignored my call burning my airtime.
That night I knew I wouldn't sleep well, so I sought help from my small knife deciding to buy razor blade tomorrow.
I slit my wrist again avoiding my vein. Not deep enough to kill me but enough to make me lose consciousness. I waited patiently for the darkness to come and watched as my blood seeped out.
Having only one thought in mind, Chika I can't lose you. I blacked out.
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Glossary
Nwunye m: my wife
Bia: come
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