Chapter two

I try to tell myself that there's nothing serious. She is just mentally ill, that's all, besides my life is more complicated than normal, but my heart couldn't stop dancing to the horror music played in my head, and all I could was take a warm bath, it always helps.

After my lunch and gradually drifted to sleep, just to be awaken again this ime, my brain had formulated a nightmare capable of paralysis, this wasn’t like other cliche dreams with animated monsters, but this time i was totally convinces i had murdered somone in my past life.

This time i was chased by angry villagers with war forks and flaming woods, dressed in animal skin and had dreads, weird for a child born in the early 2000s, perspiration trickled down my body as i ran for my dear life, it was hard with the rocky ground

And soon i had began to feel dizzy from all the running and slumbed just beside a river bank and thinking all hope was lost , i felt everything freeze, i knew something bizarre would happen, immediately i saw a magnificent creature, ascend the surface of the waters, first i saw flashes of pink hair, then i saw the split rainbow eyes, shiny skin.

My vision was blurred from all the running and panicking, but I was just close enough to the shore to see the inhuman creature that was surfacing. I fought the urge to lose consciousness as anxiety and anticipation got the best of me.

I felt the soul of my feet freeze, till it felt like I was laying in ice, my heart beat was audible now, and it was the only rhythm I could hear till I woke up. Why can't I have normal dreams like every other girl I know?.

‘Who do you know?’

Having rainbow and unicorn dreams , it would be nice for a change, i had tried thinking about it before bed but it never works, oh well, a new monster has been created, i don't know if i should be happy about it, or not, but I don't feel so good about it.

I have never been a fan or praying though i was born in a christian home, it had never been a part of me to be the first at the dinning to say grace, or maybe in public, but this time i needed to speak to someone who might not give me an audible reply but wont knock me either.

I close my eyes, do some prayers then lay my head back on my bed, hoping I don't dream at all if I would see a new monster , or maybe if the old buddies would come knocking on my door, my heart isn't open for trauma and triggers.

The night was oddly long as I thought of every single thing I ever felt uncomfortable about. Is all this happening because of my introvertness?I don't think so, maybe I did something bad, just maybe, the night was oddly slow and I hated it.

I went back to the balcony, it was too dark to actually see anyone, but the stars just above the roof of my vintage house was a beautifully shining,, and there it was, my best companion, it was shining brighter than other stars.

Are you as lonely as I am?’

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The night was oddly cold but blissful, no dreams… thank goodness, so i thought, until i was woken up by a deafening sound,

“ mom!”

“ shut up david”

“ mummy! reth is bleeding!!”

The word bleed caught my attention and i know something is wrong somewhere my belly hurts slightly, same with my thighs, it feels moist, warm and i feel nauseous all of a sudden i look around i had slept outside’

That explains the rocky bed, but he said i am bleeding, i look down at my body, i saw a red stain just on my skirt and i felt a pang in my chest, ahh, my mini skirt was soaked with blood, it felt like i was stabbed on my thighs, the sandy surface of the ties were red as well.

Am i really bleeding, why, when did i get stabbed?,mom barged the balcony, with a scary look on her face, which immediately relaxed as she saw my skirt soaked, is she happy i slept outside, or she is happy her daughter is bleeding to death.

Is this a prank?,

“ mommy she is bleeding”

“ yes she is, rethabile go and change, you are fine and healthy don't worry” she said, looking at her and then david we shared the same expression, how can a bleeding child be fine, or is this one of those home therapy she gives were she had all the drugs for every sickness in her closet.

I walk sluggishly towards the bathroom, the dried blood in my thighs were making me uncomfortable and the pain in my abdomen is weird , i haven't felt this much pain in years, and i hate it, i lifted my skirt just immediate i got to the bathroom.

Finding the source of blood was from my private area, i was bleeding from my vigina, why?, was i stabbed in my private part while sleeping it hurts so much, just too much to bear, and each step i took made me whines in pain.

I haven't recorded any such thing as a change in color of urine , even if it were possible, why is it painful, i wash up with soothing cold water and i could feel the throbbing slowly calm, before i was interrupted by a knock on the door, mom was just there, with a broad smile on her face smiling like she had won something so special, she was holding something familiar in her hands, it was white, and i know i have seen it somewhere.