Anna's body trembled, her fragile fame curled up in the suffocating darkness of the locked room. The absence of light made the space feel smaller, the air heavier. Her chest tightened painful as she gasped for breath, her hands holding her throats. She had been holding back her pain, trying to stay strong, but now, terror clawed at her inside that she could not hold her pain. She screamed at the top of her voice. “ Aunty!” Banging the dustbin room door. “ Please … I can't breathe well!” . There was no answer. The house remained silent except for the muffled crackling of the dying fireplace downstairs. Her knees ached her as another wave of dizziness hit her. The shadows in the room seemed to dance around her, mocking her helplessness. She tried to take a deep breath but it only made her chest tighten further. Her vision blurred . The walls felt like they were closing in on her.
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When Anna's eyes opened widely. She was no longer trapped in that suffocating room.
Instead, she was lying in a sterile, white walled space , the smell of Antiseptic entering her nostrils. The beeping of medical equipment rang softly around her. “ You're awake”, a voice murmured. She turned her head weakly to see a tall man in a white coat standing beside her bed. It was Dr. Collins, The Earnshaw family doctor. His face was filled with concern,his sharp eyes studying her calmly. Anna's throat was dry. She tried to speak, but her voice came out as nothing more than a deadly whisper. “ Here, drink this.” Dr Collins handed her a glass of water. She sipped it slowly,feeling the cool liquid soothing her dry throats. It was then she realized how weak she felt. Her arms were trembling slightly as she held the glass.
“ Do you know where you are?” The doctor asked calmly. Anna nodded faintly as she looked round the place. “ The hospital,” She whispered. Dr Collins took a deep breath, pulling up a chair beside her. “ Anna, do you know what happened to you?” She hesitated
before answering . “ I … I couldn't breathe”, She admitted. “ I felt trapped and everything went blank”. “ Well, you had an asthma attack”, he said gravely. “ A strong one. Why didn't anyone tell me you were asthmatic?”
Anna lowered her gaze. The truth was, no one cared enough to mention it. Dr Collins frowned his face in concern. “ You shouldn't be locked in small, dusty rooms . That kind of environment is dangerous for someone with your condition”. A lump formed in Anna's throat, but she forced herself to remain calm. The doctor stared at her slightly. “Tell me, Anna … What's going on in that house?” She stiffened. “ You're safe here,”he assured her. “ No one can hurt you. But I need to know,how are you being treated at the Earnshaw estate?” . Anna's Lips shaked out of fear. She wanted to tell him everything. How her aunty barely acknowledged her existence, how her cousins treated her like a servant, how she was given the hardest chores and the smallest portions of food. Tears filled her eyes as she swallowed the lump in her throat. “ Please… Please don't tell my aunt”, She whispered.”She will make things worse for me”. Dr. Collins' expression changed.
“ Worse? Anna, What exactly is happening to you?” She hesitated at first, but something about the Doctor's kind eyes made her feel assured and at peace.
She took a deep breath as she spoke. “ I'm not treated like a family”, She admitted. “ My aunty doesn't want me there. She only took me in because of my mother”. Dr. Collins looked nervous but he let her continue. “ I cook, clean, fetch water and I do all chores all day”. Sometimes I don't eat until late at night, after everyone else is asleep”. The doctor stamped his feet on the floor. “ You're thirteen, Anna. You should be in school. You should be cared for”. She lowered her gaze, her fingers holding on to the hospital blanket. “ Please”, She whispered again. “ Don't tell her. If she finds out I told you, she will punish me”. Dr Collins took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers. Finally, he nodded. “ I promise I won't tell her”. She had a soothing relief calming her nerves but it was short lived.
“ But I'm not going to let this continue”, He said firmly. “ I will convince your aunty to send you to school”. Anna's breath caught in her throat. School?
“ She won't agree,” she said quickly, shaking her head. “ She thinks I am a burden to her and her family”. “ Then I will convince her and make her see it as a necessity,” Dr Collins said, giving her a gleam of hope.
“ You deserve an education, Anna. You deserve to have a better future”. For the first time in years,a flicker of hope was Filled in Anna's chest.
That very night, as she lay in the hospital bed , She overhead gossp voices just outside her door. “ That girl is nothing but trouble,”A familiar voice hissed. Anna's heart pounded. She recognised that voice, it was Martha, one of the Earnshaws maids.
“ She's her mother's daughter”, Another voice, softer but filled with sadness, replied.
“ And you know how that ended”. Anna tried to process their words. What do they mean?. Martha gave a mocking reply. “ The Earnshaw never forgave her mother. That woman brought the family into pure shame by marrying a clergyman”. “ She loved him”, The second maid argued. “ And he was a good man. But you know how this family is. They wrote her off the moment she chose him”. A chill ran down Anna's spine. The second maid exhaled. “ Did you know that Anna's grandfather cut her mother out of the will completely?”. Anna opened her mouth wide in shock. Her late parents never told her anything about this. The hallway outside felt silent. Anna's breathing left Her. Her mother had been erased from the family wealth? That meant, if her parents had been supported, they wouldn't have struggled. A cold realisation settled deeply in her chest. She had never truly been a part of the Earnshaw family. The following morning, Dr. Collins entered the room with a calm and reassuring look on his face. “ I spoke to your aunty”, he said. Anna sat up immediately in happiness. “ She agreed,” he continued . “ Agreed to what?” She asked cautiously. “ You're going to school, Anna”. Anna's breath caught in her throat . This was exactly what she looked forward to. Her chance to leave the Earnshaw Estate. But before she could respond, she caught sight of something over the Doctors shoulder. Standing in the doorway,dressed in her long, casual gown was her aunt Regina. Her dark eyes stared at Anna's, her lips pressed into a thin, unreadable line. At that moment, Anna knew, this wasn't going to be easy. Her so-called freedom would come at a price.
The hostel corridor was quiet when Anna returned. The usual hum of gossip and muffled laughter from other rooms sounded distant, almost unreal. Her steps were slow, unsteady—like someone walking through a fog. She reached for her key with trembling fingers, struggling to fit it into the lock. When the door finally opened, she stepped in, closed it behind her, and leaned against it as if her entire world was caving in.Her room, dimly lit by the pale evening sunlight filtering through the curtains, offered no comfort. The same mattress on the floor, the pile of books she hadn’t touched in weeks, the dress she wore two days ago still lying carelessly on the chair. Everything felt foreign, like she was looking at a version of her life she no longer belonged to.She stumbled to her bed, collapsed on it, and broke into heavy sobs. Her chest heaved as she cried into her pillow, her body curling into itself. Her throat burned, her stomach churned. Every fiber of her being felt dirty, broken.
Anna couldn’t sleep.All night she tossed and turned, her mind replaying the fragments of the horror she had only just begun to piece together. Her skin crawled under the blanket, and no matter how many times she shifted her position, the emptiness in her stomach and the dull ache in her thighs refused to go away.Just as the sun threatened to rise, she shot up from her bed, clutching her abdomen. The nausea hit her like a violent storm. She stumbled to her feet, barely making it to the waste bin before retching uncontrollably.Her breathing was sharp. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she wiped her mouth shakily. Her hands trembled. She sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at her surroundings—books scattered, the bedsheet wrinkled from a sleepless night, the air thick with confusion and shame.A knock echoed on the door.“Are you okay?” a voice asked softly from the hallway.Anna pressed her palm to her chest and tried to steady her breath.“I’m fine,” she replied quickly, her v
The first rays of morning crept through the sheer curtains, casting golden streaks across the tangled bedsheets. Anna stirred, her head pounding, body sore, and mouth tasting of dread. Her vision blurred as she blinked awake, the scent of stale alcohol and male cologne heavy in the air.Her limbs felt foreign, exposed—naked.Her breath caught in her throat.Panic clawed at her chest as she pulled the sheet tighter around her bare skin. Dimeji lay beside her, sprawled on his back like he had not a care in the world. Shirtless. Smirking.She scrambled up, clutching the sheet to her chest. “W-What happened last night?” she whispered, heart hammering against her ribs.Dimeji rolled his eyes lazily and stretched. “What do you think happened?” he said, his voice annoyingly casual. “You passed out. I handled the rest.”The blood drained from Anna’s face.“You... you touched me?” Her voice broke. “You had sex with me while I was unconscious?”He sat up slowly, yawning. “Stop acting like a chi
The hallway stretched longer than it should’ve.Anna blinked hard, trying to steady her breath. Her heels tapped unevenly on the sleek tiled floor as Dimeji walked ahead of her, shoulders relaxed like this was nothing. Like this was normal.But her mind felt like it was drowning in fog.*How much did I drink?* *Why is everything spinning?*Her steps faltered. “Wait…”Dimeji paused and turned around. The hallway light caught the side of his face, carving his features in sharp contrast. His smile was still there—too calm, too sure.“You okay?” he asked, stepping back toward her. “You need to lie down. You’re swaying like a candle flame.”Anna leaned against the wall. “I don’t remember agreeing to… to go anywhere.”“You didn’t,” he said lightly. “I just figured you could use a break. You drank more than you realized.”He held up a keycard and flashed it before her eyes, like proof that everything was under control.“I booked a room earlier,” he added. “Thought it might come in handy. You
The next few days unfolded like quiet notes of a new song—soft, unsure, and delicately stitched together with silence and almosts. Anna had started to recognize the rhythm: classes with dull-eyed lecturers, dry meals she barely tasted, late afternoons buried in textbooks—and Dimeji.Always Dimeji.He had a way of showing up, like clockwork, sliding into the chair beside her in the library, headphones slung casually around his neck, that lazy grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.“You always read like the world’s about to end,” he teased one afternoon, setting down a cold bottle of malt drink beside her.Anna didn’t look up from her book. “It kind of is. Exams in two weeks.”He laughed, the kind of laugh that vibrated deep and smooth, the kind that made people turn to look, wondering what was so funny.“You act like the book’s going to bite you.”She finally glanced at him, brow arched. “It already has.”He shook his head, still smiling. “You’re cute when you’re grumpy.”She hated h
The library smelled of aged paper and soft polish, the kind of scent that wrapped around you like a memory. Anna stepped inside, her bag slung loosely over her shoulder, eyes darting across the familiar rows of shelves. It was one of the few places on campus where silence felt like a sanctuary instead of a punishment.She needed this—space to breathe, think, and maybe escape the echo of whispered judgment that seemed to follow her everywhere. The events of the past few days had weighed heavily on her spirit: the fight with Mercy, her temporary removal from the room, the warning from Dr. Asake, and that anonymous message: "Why did you fight?" It all swirled around her like a thick fog she couldn’t escape.This morning, she had woken up in her temporary room in the quieter wing of the hostel with a pounding headache and a deeper sense of fatigue. Her exam in Post-Colonial African Politics was in two days, and although she'd tried to study in the hostel, the tension made it impossible to