The books made a loud thump when they touched the floor, I froze..

I knew that
sound all too well.
Books.
Terror.
Utter heinous foreboding
Instincts started kicking in. Run.. run far away from here Annabel. I cried out, but
my screams were silenced by huge hands covering my mouth “your so beautiful
little Annabella, we all want to have a taste of you” Micheal's sinister voice roared
in my heard, my body shivered with the memory, I tried to free myself from their
hold but they were too strong, they outnumbered me, three of them.. I was
extremely terrified. “stop fighting it, I promise you will enjoy this” Francis muttered,
he held me down his nails slicing my skin drawing out blood.
“no! let me go you scumbags” two were holding me down while Michael
stripped me bare. No! Stop.. I'm safe. I'm safe. Its not true “Anna dear come back,
your safe.. I'm here” my mother shock me hard to bring me back, I was far gone,
all my body wanted to do was to sprint. Cradling me on the ground I tried
pushing her off me.. Let me go…
I fought so hard to be free oh How I wanted to murder the monsters that brought
me pain and to think that scumbag of a judge just declared them not guilty built
up rage in my inner core, I felt like I was going to explode. The urge to splint filled
my limbs and I took off, exiting the house I charged into the streets like the mad
woman I was. Stop Anna your safe, go back. No I wasn't safe, the people that
hurt me are still out there, they were just proven not guilty and they will come
back for me. Colliding into something hard I fell to the ground and winced when I
hurt my knee, the pain chased my nightmares back into their depths.. what just
happened? why I'm I here in the streets? Confusion filled my face I looked around
me that's when I noticed people staring and snapping pictures of me, I was going
to be a trending topic all over social media again as the mad woman that
accused the sons of a prominent business tycoon of rape.
 Damn those psychotic episodes, I wouldn't be here if I hadn't had another
psychotic breakdown. My poor mother will surely be distraught not knowing
where I have run off to again. The doctors had specifically warned me of
such incidents when they diagnosed me with schizophrenia.. a lot of things
trigger me and pull me into the darkness I try so hard to come out of.
I pushed myself up and charged again, my death will set me free
before those monsters find me again. It will also set my mother free of every
trouble I brought into her life. Beep! beep! beep!!! I heard the horn, I ignored it.
Being run-over wouldn't be such a bad idea at this point, my mother wouldn't let
me overdose the pills the doctors had prescribed for my psychosis so maybe I
can find other means to end my sorry existence here. I have never been suicidal
in my life before.. ever!.. but everyone has a breaking point right? unfortunately I
have reached my threshold.. I kept walking trying to get to the other side of the
road, my mind was racing, unable to stay on one concise thought.. I heard
voices, Michael telling me “we all want to have a taste of you little Annabella”
my mother telling me “it is going to be okay dear” even when she sounded so
unsure herself and social media was the worst, I never knew being judged by
complete strangers would hurt so much God! I felt like my head was going to
explode, it was all just too much but from all that I only recognized one voice..
only one, telling me “end all of this Anna” Striding on my heels to get to the other
side, I tripped and fell right on the middle of the road, blood dripped from my left
knee staining my blue dress I pushed myself up oblivious to the physical pain of
falling, the emotional pain I felt was greater than any physical pain. I Got up and
looked to my left that's when I noticed the speeding vehicle just a few inches
from me, I froze.. I couldn't move and my vision became blurry, beep beep beep!!
falling.. falling... and then everything went black.
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They say your life flashes right in your eyes before you die, the images of the
people you love, all the happy moments makes the pain more bearable or
maybe no pain at all.. but why do I still feel pain in my chest?
Does that mean I went straight to hell? Because I distinctly remember my pastor
preaching that there's no pain in heaven. That explains it all.. hell.. maybe I'm
being punished for stupidly believing I was invincible, strolling around alone at
that hour was totally stupid, even though I was coming from the library a short
distance to my hostel I should have at least had company, everyone knows
monsters live in the dark, monsters like Michael and his minions.. and this is my
punishment.. hell.. The smell of beef stew filled my nose, beef in hell.. not so
bad.Opening my eyes I felt a severe migraine, I couldn't see clearly however that
mahogany desk right on the corner of hell does look expensive. Taking in my
surroundings I noticed the elegance of the room, the blue walls shone bright with
the light emitted by the small chandelier, the room had a feminine touch.. hell or
paradise? I still feel pain in my chest so probably not paradise, so what is this
place? Shoving the comforter off my body I pushed my self up from where I laid,
the mattress was soft and the bedding smelled nice, I winced when I felt my knee
sting, wait that still stings? Looking at my surrounding one more time that's when it
all dawned on me, no no no! It's just a dream, I mean people still dream when
they die right? except this is not a dream because I'm wide awake in an elegant
room and unfortunately alive, alive..? Why I'm I still alive? Where I'm I? a lot of
unanswered questions.. but I will not waste anymore time searching for answers,
surely there's another way to end this. I glanced at the night stand, maybe I might
be lucky and find a knife or a couple of pills I can overdose, looking around I
found nothing. Ooh! No.. I just cant live another day.. I need to end this to be at
peace.. looking around one more time uhaa! I saw it.. my way out. Grabbing the
sheets from the bed I tied two together making sure the knot was tight, I dragged
the night stand to the middle of the room and stepped on top of it. I threw the
sheets into the air trying to connect them to the chandelier, I'm going to do this..
hanging myself will be so easy.
“Annabel! what are you doing? get down from there” the small unfamiliar voice
spoke with concern and fear, I nearly fell down to the ground from shock of the
sudden intrusion, looking down I locked eyes with the woman standing below me.
“No! stay away from me ma'am” tears flooded my cheeks, I didn't even bother
asking who this woman was, I didn't care, I just wanted to end my misery.. wait is
this her house? Was she the one who took away my chance at eternal peace?
“I know your hurting, and trust me I understand, but you can't end your life
without a fight”
“You don't know anything, you don't know how it feels to be treated like filth and
for people to use your body like an object, to take turns with you until you
completely lose your sanity” my voice broke, tears filled my eyes blurring my
vision. “and for the whole world to judge you and ridicule you just because
you're a middle classed girl with no resources to defend yourself.. do you know
how that feels?” I cried, I completely broke down in front of a stranger..
“Your wrong, more than anyone else I understand what your going through, I
understand all that and more” she said with concern in her voice but I also heard
something else, I looked in her eyes and I saw it, my reflection.. is it possible that
this woman feels everything I'm feeling? Who is this woman?
“who are you?” I never cared to ask before but now I wanted to know who this
woman was, why she mirrored my own pain, the rage in her eyes, I knew that.. I
have lived it for the past four months.
“I am attorney Grace Kalipinde, I have been following your story and your case,
when the judge gave his verdict today I knew I had to step in, we will have to
reopen your case Anna and I will be representing you in court” this sophisticated
woman wants to represent me? I cannot afford her and anyway whats the
point? Everything is over now.
“I'm sorry ma'am but I cannot afford you and anyway its all over now so let me
just die, no one will care ” I said even though I knew someone would care, my
mother would care..
“you don't need to pay me Anna, honestly this is something I need to do”
I sensed it, I knew it.. she wants to use me, she wants revenge or maybe closure
and she is using me to get that. I didn't think I could trust her but I can use her too,
use her so I can get better.. therapy didn't help me before, You have to go
through it to understand and this woman has so I will use her, take all that she has
to give and get better.
“how are you going to do it? These are wealthy people, they use everything they
have to their advantage, that's why the case was dismissed in the first place,
honestly I cannot get my hopes high again.. it will hurt too much when they get
shuttered once more” I hated myself that I was even considering this, I still
had inner battles, demons I faced everyday and if I didn't end things here I would
end up murdering someone because of my frequent psychotic breakdowns“the
truth always finds its way Anna, I promise we will win this case” she said looking at
me with hope in her eyes, I couldn't help it but trust this complete stranger with
my life. She held out her hand gesturing me to take it.. I knew the consequences
but I took it anyway. “how did you find me?”
“I was coming to your house to offer my help however I saw your pictures all over
social media looking lost in the street so I searched for you and brought you
home” this broken woman wanted to fix my case while fixing herself in the
process.. we both had our own demons and we would help each other fight
and be free of them. We both needed closure, I needed to heal so I can finish my
studies, those monsters did not only take away my sanity but my whole future
while they still continued with their lives, their education but not anymore, they
belong in hell and that's where I will send them with the help of this
sweet stranger.

The End..

Story chippie khomera

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