MY SECRET, MY SHAME part 4

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Whoever was running after me was really determined to catch me because he/she/they/monster was gaining fast on me, I’m just a mere slip of a girl and I never had a chance but I still had to try. Nothing that I had ever been taught or any training that I had ever undergone had prepared me for a day like this because this was like my own personal boogey man/person I’m trying my hardest to escape from, this should only be read in books and never ever be experienced by any child or anyone, it’s something that would stay with you for the rest of your life like mine did (every knock on the door startles me, someone walking innocently behind me is a no no..) I feel like everyone is out to get me and I tell you, that is not the way to live, I merely exist now.

            Finally it happened, not that I got caught but I tripped!, it was dark and I was so terrified that I wasn’t fully focused, I was looking behind me to know if the person running after me was going to catch up with me, as I tripped and landed on my face, I was just too tired to go on anymore. I was hungry, cold and had bruises all over me, I hurt literally everywhere and the feeling of betrayal that my parents could ever be involved in this just made me finally give up. I thought in my young mind then that it couldn’t be so bad with my captors anyway though they hit me, they at least offered me food  and didn’t pretend to be my friend. While still on the hard ground, I heard footsteps and I thought whoever was chasing me had finally caught up with me but then I wanted to run again (confusing! Isn’t it?…you know how the human mind works especially when you are so terrified, you don’t want to run into the unknown and yet you don’t want to get caught either,  you just wish you could be left the hell alone!…that was exactly how I felt). I was surrounded by bushes, huge trees and all sorts of night animals doing their thing, I knew that if I remained on the ground, I might get bitten by a snake and also if I kept running in the direction I was headed, I would definitely get bitten by a snake (so what could a reed thin 12 year old do?). The decision was taken out of my hands though when the owner of the footsteps I had heard came into view and literally stepped on me while whistling! I screamed so loud he fell on his butt, he scrambled quickly to turn on the little touch he was holding and pointed it directly in my face temporarily blinding me and I quickly made to cover my eyes. He let out a string of expletives probably from seeing the state I was in before he came closer and asked me what I was doing in the bush at this time of the night, at this point I realized he was not part of the people who had abducted me and the joy I felt at the fact that I was finally going to be rescued was indescribable so i started screaming, pulling at his hands and telling him to get me away from there that it was dangerous but he kept asking me how I got there, where my parents were, who hurt me……..blah blah, he didn’t listen(you see where I come from, kids are seen but never heard, adults never listen)he should have listened, he should have taken me away from there because those few precious moments he spent asking me questions cost him his life(I will never forgive myself for that). As he kept on pestering me with questions, one of the men from earlier(the huge ones with the paws) came upon us and without so much as a word to either of us clubbed the man senseless with the  huge club he was holding and kept clubbing him till he was dead! the blood, the gore and human brains splattered all over me, in my open mouth because I couldn’t stop screaming not just for the man whose life had just violently ended because he stopped to help me but also because he had finally stopped clubbing the poor soul and was walking towards me with his club dripping blood ……………

            Didn’t I tell you, you were gonna get extras for being so good and patient?

(I had to fix it and work on this overnight to deliver it to you guys today instead of monday)

Read on and please leave your comments…………….thank you all.

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Author: Shally Bisoye

I love reading,writing, cooking, baking and most of all being a mother and a wife.

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