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The Event... By Gothblackgirl by Gothblackgal(f): 3:28pm On Sep 22, 2016 |
"THE EVENT" PROLOGUE Here is the thing, my name is Bisi, your typical average teenaged girl, deal with it. My life never remained the same again, after a particular event, the nightmares never stop. *** Hey there, please do not plagiarize any part of this work, give the writer, her proper recognition. CHAPTER ONE The skies were bright, welcoming and calm. The cold seasonal breeze brushed past me, it left me wanting more of its cruelty, stripping my skin of its moisture. The camp fire seemed to dance in an unusually rhythm, I was at my school's annual camping trip. I clutch my ill-fitted Cardigan closer to my chest, it was really cold, but I loved it, every punch of nature leaves me wanting more. Daniella looked lifeless and pale, her skin turned stone-like as she stared at the screen of her BlackBerry, she has been trying to reach him all night. The kind of drama that went on in Daniella, my best friend's life was unpredictable. If love was a crime, it will be one crime I won't commit in a long run. "Bisi, I'm going to bed" Daniella said it so rehearsed and nonchalantly. She wiped dusts off her pants(trousers) and went into our green camp tent. I wanted to run after her, but then what? I repeated it a million times before. "Danny, it will be alright." It was getting old, and rehearsed. I couldn't continue saying what I couldn't assure, but I will always be there for here. Mr Ade rung the bell, it was time to sleep, camp fire was out. I needed a goodnight sleep, sport's day was tomorrow. Our camping tents were in a dispersed arrangement, I and Danny's tent were at the far end of the camp fire sight, our camp was isolated. I got to the tent and it was opened "I'm sorry about what happened Danny..." I said, lifting the curtains. "Danny...?" I said again, she wasn't in our tent. I ran to the neighboring tent, Susie and Chiamaka's tent, it was coloured yellow, with tears patched with Ankara rags. The were about entering the tent... "Guys" I breathed heavily. "I can't find... uhm Danny" I explained. Okay, I was a little paranoid, I forgot the harshness of the weather. Susie looked gorgeous has always, very tall, slender, and model-like in physique. The moon illuminated her prominent cheek bones. Chiamaka wasn't so bad herself, she was a chubby, brown eyed, dark beauty, she was my height, pretty average. "what?,,," Susie stared in horror. "You don't say... let's check the other tents" Chiamaka commanded. We searched every tent, even the guy's, none had an idea of where she could be . I, out desperation asked Ibrahim, the greatest snob, most arrogant guy in class, surprisingly, he had no sarcastic jokes to tell about my virgin hair. At last, we knocked on Mr Ade's door, no knocking was done, nor did the tent had a door. We informed him, he was as startled as Mrs Okon, who immediately turned ghost-like. "Girls, go to sleep now... Mrs Okon and I will handle things" He explained to us at Susie's tent. "Bisi, sleep in their tent till further notice" He completed, searching for his flashlight in his pocket. "Sir, you are saying we should stay here not knowing whether our friend is lost or injured?" Susie spoke our, she expressed her thoughts well. "Rules are rules, girls" he said, as he walked with Mrs Okon into the dark forest, with flashlights ofcourse. I kicked the dust. "Darn this" Chiamaka said, looking blank and empty. That moment, my stomach ached in a kind of way. I was so wrong, everything wasn't gonna be alright. "Catch...catch" Susie said, tossing us torchlights. "We aren't gonna sit back here and do nothing" Susie completed, with her eyes, she was darn serious. Hope you liked it! till next Thursday, stay blessed. - All characters are fictitious, any similar resemblance to a person dead or alive is purely coincidental. 2 Likes 2 Shares |
Re: The Event... By Gothblackgirl by Divepen1(m): 11:59pm On Sep 22, 2016 |
I'm liking but this Thursday thing ehn |
Re: The Event... By Gothblackgirl by greatness22(m): 6:19pm On Oct 07, 2016 |
@Gothblackgal, pls try and complete it na.... |
Re: The Event... By Gothblackgirl by Gothblackgal(f): 6:28pm On Oct 07, 2016 |
CHAPTER TWO
In life, there are certain moments which
would never be forgotten, a mother cuddling
her child for the first time, an A at a really
hard test, and your decision when things
don't go well. Life is a harsh reality which we
cannot hide from, it haunts us till the very
end.
Chiamaka looked at Susie, surprised. She saw
Susie's desperation as I did, but we were in
no shape to search a forest that large, two
spirit broken girls, and one with hot
desperation which could set trees ablaze.
"Susie..." I said, moving towards her and I
hugged her tight, her mouth went agape, her
torchlight dropped, and tears drowned her
eyes.
Chiamaka joined the circle, with Susie in the
middle, we drowned in each other's warmth.
"let's... Um.. believe nothing would...huh..
happen to her" Susie stammered, but her
voice was low and without life. We nodded,
but fear filled our eyes.
My life never remained the same since that
event, the night Danny got missing. It rained
so hard that night, and I lost consciousness
for three days after I was told Danny
slumped... And died.
The cops had let the matter rest, but I knew
there was more to it, Danny couldn't just have
slipped, she must have been murdered, but
the cops kept quiet, perhaps due to lack of
evidence.
The next morning all campers heard of her
death, that was the morning the camping trip
ended... And I mean for life. The trip back to
our homes was a quiet one, even Mr Ade
didn't talk about Lagos' history as he normally
does.
A week later after Danny's death was her
burial at the community church. I didn't feel
the need to go, anything that reminded me of
her irked me, I even stopped calling Susie and
Chiamaka, and avoided them in class.
I stared at my bedside window, and memories
rushed in again. Daniella was my next door
neighbour, so we stay up all night, shouting
from our rooms trying to communicate. It
wasn't the talking that I missed, I missed the
way she flipped her hair when angry, her
hilarious chicken dance and her hearty
laughter.
I looked away from the window. As much as I
used to enjoy those memories, it was time to
stop fighting myself.
I heard a knock on my door, before my
approval, my door was swung open, it was my
mum.
"oh Bisie... Its almost time". She said,. resting
on the door frames. I still laid in bed, I still
was indifferent, even with her words.
She was particularly nicer and calmer while
talking to me those days.
She smiled and moved closer, making herself
comfortable on my bed. She patted my head,
and I felt like a little child, and it weakened
me further.
Suddenly, she pulled me to her blossom, and
inhaled my natural smells.
"Let it out baby... I know how much you loved
her".
Mother said, and I couldn't hold the feeling
anymore. I cried so hard, my neighbours
probably heard, the pains, the love and the
sadness, with a shout, I let it all out, Danny...
Daniella was gone forever, and there was
nothing I could do to bring her back.
Mother left my room, after I promised to get
ready for the burial, I wipe my eyes, But it
was still red, and swollen. About to take my
shower, my phone beeped and I fumbled for
it, a text message from an unknown sender.
"That's weird" I whispered.
"You are next
~joker"
Fear gripped my heart, now, I was so sure
Daniella was murdered. 2 Likes 2 Shares |
Re: The Event... By Gothblackgirl by Gothblackgal(f): 6:30pm On Oct 07, 2016 |
"The Event"
CHAPTER THREE
"This isn't happening" I whispered in despair,
my phone slipped out of my hands and
crashed to the floor, an ugly crack line
disfigured the device, but I didn't care.
Slowly, I sat up, looking from the left to the
right, as if being watched, I felt
uncomfortable, I wasn't safe.
The rays of light shone into my room, I was
running late. The name "joker" sounded
awfully familiar, and only one person, that I
knew of was associated with it.
"Jok... Joker... Daniella?" I said. Daniella was a
big fan of the Joker from Batman, and loved
the card game even more. But Daniella
couldn't have been joker, that was impossible,
she was dead.
**********
I sat beside my mother at church. She wore a
black floral dress, some high heels, and some
red lipstick graced her lips, even sorrow
wouldn't make my mother look like a mess.
A giant photo of Daniella was placed on the
brown coffin in the church, she had the
prettiest smile, but then, the wind that was
once refreshing tickled my body, my best
friend was dead.
"- Take me home Lord, Take me home-" The
choir sang, their voiced were so soothing, that
even just for a minute, I forgot that I might be
murdered soon...
Chiamaka and Susie sat at the front seats,
very close to Mrs Kayibi's seat, Daniella's
mother. The woman had been very quite, and
lifeless, a hollow body, witnessing the burial
of her only child.
Chiamaka looked behind, and finally caught
my stare, she smiled and waved, but I looked
away, I was in no position to be questioned
about my absence in school.
Daniella couldn't have sent the mail, there
must have been someone playing games with
our lives, a close friend. The person could be
anyone, and my curiosity deepened.
I heard footstep coming into the church, I
looked behind, and I saw a young girl, about
my age being assisted into the church, she
was on a wheelchair. Even though she
couldn't walk, she was a sight to behold, very
innocent and fragile, she entered the church
with a smile, perhaps she forgot it was a
burial.
But, I must have seen her before. She played
with her hair and bit her tongue, my eyes
stared in horror, oh no, Sumayah was back in
town.
Sumayag grew up in Crescent Estate as well as
we all grew up, but she had magnetic fingers,
and our mothers had asked us to stay away
from her.
She was never really our friend, though she
begged, not wanting a thief as a friend,
Daniella, Susie, Chiamaka and I thought of an
idea. If she wanted to be our friend, she had
to be "initiated". Unfortunately, we were nine
years old at that time, and she was
determined, she succeeded in all of our
initiations. It wasn't easy for us to disobey
our parents, besides we didn't like her, so we
hope she would give up.
The last initiation mission was thought of by
Daniella, and believe me, it was one crazy
idea.
"If you really wanna be our friend" Nine year
old Daniella said. "Climb Anork" she
continued. Anork was a very large mango tree
outside our Estate, and was believed to be
possessed by evil spirits.
"But Daniella" I said to Danny then.
"Let her do it Bisi, she is probably gonna run
off, no one is crazy enough to try it, not even
her" Daniella explained and smiled, I nodded,
but I knew it was wrong.
Daniella was wrong though, Sumayah was
crazy and did climb that tree, Daniella was
astonished that day, she was quiet and
annoyed. I was quite happy Sumayah didn't
give up, she was darn determined, but my
happiness was short lived.
We all witnessed her climbing, she grunted as
she climbed the tree, a tree that large was too
much for a nine year old, she finally got up
and we applauded her. She smiled and sat
down confidently on a large branch, after
awhile the branch began to lose strength.
"Help me!" Was the last thing I heard, it
happened so fast, she fell to the hard, stony
ground.
Ever since, the other kids further made fun of
her and called her "wheels" or "Wheel chair
Sumayah. Few months passed, and she
travelled abroad, and was never heard of, till
today. She looked better than ever, and sat at
the far end of the church. I looked behind to
clarify if it were really her, she gave me a
cold grin, yeah, that was Sumayah, that
innocent girl, whose life we ruined. please comment! 3 Likes 2 Shares |
Re: The Event... By Gothblackgirl by ClassCaptain(m): 11:24am On Oct 08, 2016 |
Kudos dear |
Re: The Event... By Gothblackgirl by garex: 1:38pm On Oct 23, 2016 |
my dear, we might not be commenting, but believe me, we are reading n enjoying ur lovely story. pls don't kip ur audience on suspense for so long |
Re: The Event... By Gothblackgirl by Missmossy(f): 2:10pm On Oct 23, 2016 |
Interesting piece keep it coming who is the cold blooded killed?? Eager to know. |
Re: The Event... By Gothblackgirl by Gothblackgal(f): 6:10am On Oct 25, 2016 |
greatness22: I will, I'm kinda hung up on school right now, but you will soon see updates soon. |
Re: The Event... By Gothblackgirl by Gothblackgal(f): 6:11am On Oct 25, 2016 |
greatness22: I will, I'm kinda hung up on school right now, but you will soon see updates. |
Re: The Event... By Gothblackgirl by marcusagrippa(m): 6:57am On Oct 25, 2016 |
Following. |
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