Shattered

Sixteen

Every test is a test for testimony and a success story.

I hope your success story ends better than mine.

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I woke up with a burning pain in my stomach and a pounding headache. My mouth was dry and bitter and I had a very bad morning breath today. I guess it's because I told a lie yesterday, that's what mom told me, if you lie you'll have a bad mouth odour.

Groaning from both the headache and stomach ache, I sat up in bed and turned on my phone. The time read 5:30am. I stood up to ease myself when I saw the blue mickey mouse bedspread stained crimson red like a map of Africa.

Well that explains the stomach ache, I mused.

Picking up the bedspread, I stood up and limped to the bathroom where I washed it quickly and washed away the dried blood on my wrist.

Taking a quick cold shower, I stepped out of the bathroom shivering, as I entered into my room. I dumped my clothes on the bed, spread my undies on the door, folded the washed bedspread and kept it in a bucket.

Picking up the hydrogen peroxide, I dabbed it with cotton wool and treated my wrist. Then I picked out an outfit that says 'hot but odd' odd in the sense that it was a black trouser and a black loose top and hot because I looked sexy in it.

"Amara, wake up!" I heard my mom's voice from her room.

Rounding off my dressing, I walked to my parents room and knocked on the door. My mom opened it and stepped out.

"This one you're wearing black throughout?" My mom asked eyeing me suspiciously.

"Good morning, ma," I greeted her ignoring her question.

"Ok, you've started bleeding this month," she queried.

You see I'm the type of girl that goes all on black each month during my period it's kind of 'my thing' so that's how it's always been.

"Mom!" I exclaimed mortified.

"O gini! I'm a woman too," mom grinned.

Sighing in frustration I stayed quiet and rubbed my aching stomach.

"Ngwa bia gawa, it's already 6am," mom sighed seeing I was in no mood for jokes.

"Ok, ma." I nodded.

"Amara, always remember that nothing is permanent inugo, when the going gets tough it's only to make the road smooth." Mom hugged me and I choked back the tears.

"Thanks mom." I wondered where all her inspirational quotes were coming from.

"You know, you can always talk to me right." She looked so worried and concerned that I felt guilty. I nodded and smiled.

"I'm fine, mom." She patted my back and I left the house as my tear duct opened up. Tears flowed freely down my cheeks as I walked on the streets. I felt so guilty for hiding things from my mom and hurting myself.

Walking blindly, my eyes filled with tears and the concerned face of my mom tormenting me, I made a decision. I've had enough of Chika and I refuse to hurt myself because of him.