Apart forever.
People were once angels before they came to the world.

As I wore my coat, I remembered mummy's words.

 They lived happily with God and without worries.

I wore my watch.

 Everyone was everyone's friends. There was no partiality.

I fastened my belt.

 They walked streets of gold with God by their sides.

I slipped my feet in my shoes and did the laces.

 Their smiles and laughter were genuine.

I slung my bag over my shoulder.

 There was no pain in their hearts. They were very light.

Finished dressing, I paused and looked into the mirror. I had perfectly made up my face to look exactly like her... for the last time.

"It's time to go home, Becky." I whispered to the mirror. "And we're going together."

As I stepped out into the rain, a chill ran down my spine. It was cold.
But what was colder, was the gun, underneath my clothing, at my side that pressed to my naked skin.

"I don't care if you're not ready." I clenched my teeth and balled my fists. "Things will go back to what they were before."

She was sitting at her desk. Her long hair pulled back to a thick black bun. Her eyes burned the pages of a book. I rolled my eyes. She was the most passionate bookwarm I'd ever met and it always showed in her grades. I touched the gun at my side. It was beginning to feel too heavy. My heart began to beat faster. A sweat broke out on my forehead. I sighed and wiped it off. "There's no going back now." I told myself. "Besides, it's all for the best." I pushed the door open wider.

She looked up at me, surprised to see me. I looked at her. She had perfect eyes, a semi-pointed nose, pink lips, long hair and pretty dimples that threatened, even with the slightest smirk. It was the reason for my hate. The hate that had turned to pain and had refused to let go of me. The pain I slept with everyday and woke up with. The pain that threatened to choke me if I didn't do what was on my mind.

"Rebecca," I said, remaining a blank expression.

"Yes?" She smiled at me, dropping her book.

I swallowed. I knew this was going to be hard.

"We're going home."

Comments

  1. KamikunDecember 5, 2019 at 5:25 AM

    Very broad intro. I like the setting of characters. Nice suspense too. Can't wait to see what happens next

    ReplyDelete
  2. UnknownDecember 6, 2019 at 11:43 AM

    This is so nice, you're great at writing

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

A FAT SLIM GIRL.

Image
                     (Image from Yoga matters) A FAT SLIM GIRL. She saw fat everywhere. It was in her face, in her neck, in her arms, in her stomach, in her thighs, in her legs. It was within and without her. Nobody saw her as fat. It was her mind, the mind she allowed social media to influence, that told her she was fat. It was the way she looked at herself in the mirror that got her upset about her weight. It was her low self-esteem and lack of confidence in herself that informed her change of behaviour. It was her lack of self love that led to her ruin. She was a healthy weight of a hundred and twenty pounds at age seventeen. She was healthy. She was okay. But she didn't see it like that. Her mind had been distorted by what she saw. It was not always like that. There once was a time when she was in love with her body. When she considering herself lucky to be 'full' in areas that mattered. When she had no fears or insecurities about her weight and the way she looke
Read more

We're Moving!

Image
  Special one, we're moving ! Yessss A couple of days ago I finally bought into God's idea of expanding and stretching the curtains of my blogging journey. And yes, I admit I struggled with it for a while because it felt a little bit scary.  Actually, scratch that. It was very scary.  I didn't think I was ready and certainly didn't feel like making some commitments it would require from me. But I've learnt that when God says move, you better move! So whether I feel like I'm ready or not, this is me announcing to you that I would no longer be posting on the Godly Teens blog. We're moving to a new site, which would be the home of amazing and relatable blog posts from here on out.  I call it Purple Streaks. (Maybe I would write about how that name came about. *wink*) But before we head on over to the new site, I want to say a VERY BIG THANK YOU for being such loyal readers to my posts thus far. For commenting and sharing my posts. For critiquing my works and ad
Read more

THAT LIGHT CALLED HOPE

Image
"Hope is a flame that needs to be protected; it is the oxygen our dreams need to stay alive." -Eunice Obidi. Right now on this harmattan morning, as I write this blogpost, there are four items on the table before me: an empty glass, which held a steaming cup of Milo about four minutes ago; a red plastic plate with cake crumbs and clumps of abandoned icing sugar; a new notebook, it's pages smooth and crisp, waiting to be filled with everything bubbling in my heart; and an old notebook already filled cover to cover with different colors of ink. The old notebook, although wrinkled and the page edges folded up, is opened to a page titled "GOALSSS!" The writing is almost hard to read because it was written in red ink and is already smudging... But because I was the one who wrote it, it appears as clear to me as the day I wrote it on the third of January 2022.  As I read from line to line, page to page, I see the things I promised myself and God when this year started
Read more