MoniqueGina; Hey!!! We ran out of power. This place is so fucked up. I really have so much I want to ask, but I'm saving it for later. How are you, lady Monique? Cross my heart, I felt assuaged. I woke up feeling like a million demons were chasing me, and good to know that the first thing I did after such terrible sleep was pick up my phone and check if my text had been responded to. What if I'd never opened my eyes again. I really needed to be thankful for basic things. "Hey," I said, placing one feet against the other and using the sole of one to scrub the other. "How are you?" From her tone, one could tell that if she'd been chanced, she would have quizzed me so many times. "I don't know the word to describe how I feel right now. English Language can be so fucked up sometimes.""Yeah, I get it."The one thing she'd been avoiding since I called her broke out like an ailment. Silence. "Look, I saw the news."Shrugging, I said, "Okay." Like I'd been so untouched by everything

Gina"Lady Monique,"Shit."Monique," I tapped her left arm continuously, but all she did was lay there like a lifeless piece of wood.It was patent, what she'd done, but it wasn't time to start blaming. That would be medicine after death. All that was left to do was pray she was still alive. The concept of her actually dying made me shiver and feel like my life was ruined. Please, don't die. I prayed silently and fuck if God heard. I'd been very rebellious all my life and it was insane to think that I'd just beg for something from him and he'd do it in a heartbeat. Shit didn't work like that. We followed rules. God, if you she doesn't die, I promise to try and be so much better. Those were the words I mumbled in the dimly lit room as lady Monique's head lay on my laps. Trust me, it did take a lot for me to get the top part of her body on mine since she weighed more than me. I wanted to add if I don't, strike me dead, but it was patent I was wack at fulfilling commitments. I'

MarcusRight now, as we spoke, there were three things about me that a lot of people needed to know.The first being that lady Monique was an unlikely person. Everything that happened, I'd heard.Believe me when I say that if I could go back in time to change all that had gone down, without giving it a second thought, I would.It had gotten to the point where I couldn't look elsewhere and pretend as though I wasn't aware of everything going on. The major root of the whole occurrence being me.That day at the restaurant where I worked when I had some free time, my gaze landed on her. Her food lay close to untouched on the table and there was of denying of me eating the food.I posed as though I was clearing the table for other customers and planning on thrashing the food and when I got to a place there was solitude, I ate the leftovers and did I feel some sort of contrition or shit? No. A big, fat one at that.Although there was something I regretted. I felt remorseful for not going af

MARCUSToday, like the twenty-second day in January every year was a public holiday in England. It was compulsory for the citizens to take the day off from work and celebrate with their families.Tradition English meals were usually prepared on such occasions and it required all of the family members to be together when preparing it.Growing up, I'd never really gotten the concept behind the whole celebration since I'd been young and naive, but all I knew back then was that a lot of food was consumed that day. People usually ate and drank like they weren't living till the next day.In my case, it was different. It wasn't necessarily because I had no parents, hence, no one to celebrate with. While my grandmother was alive, she never joined the people in gracing the occasion. The day was a very emotional one since it was the day she was born, and also the day she'd lost her mother. Sometimes, she'd wished she never lived to know that it was in the cause of her birth that she'd died. She

MONIQUE I'd been gone for how long? Two, three, four days? Quite frankly, I had not the slightest idea, but all I knew was that I found peace in those few days I'd been gone. The main reason unknown to me. Gina informed me that a lot had happened within that period. Things that had slipped off my memory once she announced it. I honestly had been going through a lot of phases these last couple of days, but all that mattered was that I found peace. Today was the day everything would be over. I was returning to the castle. The fucking castle. Trust me, anywhere would be perfectly fine other than that fucked up place called the royal castle. I'd left for a lot of reasons, the main one being to avoid further conversations about my supposed coronation. The whole thing was like shit that had been talked about for too long, but didn't happened. I prayed this one wouldn't happen, though. It was like overhyped shit to me. Shit that would happen to me. If I had to use a finger to count ho