Pages

Monday, October 21, 2013

READ: Surviving The Twilight (Part 1)

This is a 3-part article. Please read along and enjoy.

7:30 - I finally found her, lying on the floor. Syringe in one hand, a blow pipe in the other. Aside the powder that spread all over her face concentrated on her nose, her face was as pale as death itself. In the dim light of the room i could still see her over punctured skin and the little red dots all over her body. Scars left behind by syringe ruptures. Her eyeballs were rolled back into her head and all i could see was her white sclera. Just right beside her head was a pool of vomit. She looked up as she heard me enter and mouthed the words "I'm sorry" no sound came out, but her eyes said it all. I just knelt beside her semi-conscious body and held her close to me. My gladness knew no bounds this morning's race nearly drove me insane, Although today is not the first, I very well hope it be the last.
More..
4:35 - I didn't know how long I had been asleep but definitely not long, the hazy hum of the air condition across room assured me i was definitely no longer sleeping. I didn't open my eyes though, just sleepily tried to reach out for her, I stretched my arms to grab nothing but air and  my hands fell back on the woollen duvet. Maybe she is in the bathroom i thought as i open my eyes and sat up "Honey?.. Vicky?" I call out but nothing. "Sweetheart are you in the bathroom?" Nothing still. She's downstairs definitely I concluded as i turned on the lights and looked at my bedside alarm clock to check the time  4:35a.m, something was amiss, I could feel it in my bones. I walked downstairs and called out again "Honey, come back to bed" then suddenly like an oncoming truck it hit me. From the emptiness of the top of my bedside drawer, that only meant one thing, I hoped for better as I rushed back upstairs to check the cabinet I kept my wallet before bed. "Shit not again" I screamed out loud as my eyes widened in horror. I scrambled around the room putting on the first pants I could lay my hands on in my closet, picked my phone and car keys and ran out of the house. As I suspected her car wasn't in the compound "Shit shit shit" I continued to curse out loud as I dash for my car. I click open the remote activated gate and started to pull out of the compound. "Shit!, How could i have been so stupid?" I screamed out loud.  

I used to believe in love stories though but only the simple things, you know? boy meets  girl, boy likes girl they should be together logically. Well best believe that story is flawed, because the way marriage tests your sanity goes beyond your "I Do(s)" and assumed happily ever afters. To begin with Victoria never really loved me, though i have known her for most of my adult life and loved her since too. We had gone to the same High
school and some how same  University of Bath in England. Though we were best of friends all through, i knew also that i sadly couldn't be anything more than good friend to her. After struggling with grades drug addictions and other bad habits, Victoria dropped out of school and returned to Nigeria while I continued schooling.  Victoria and her elitist father never got along so it was no surprise she rebelled against her father's betrothal of her hand in marriage to the son of one of his business partners shortly after she returned. Her father had let her be on the condition she got married the next year. I returned to Nigeria a few years later and we got in contact, and soon she was all over me like she suddenly found joy she didn't see before in me and since I never stopped loving her, I fell easily back head over heels insane about her. I have to admit though, it did feel  good to be loved back though, or at least to be made feel like you're loved back. But though she claimed to loved me and we got married the following  year, i always knew her marrying me was her way of defying her father and preventing him from getting his desired satisfaction. She had basically chosen me as lesser of two evils.   
(To Be Continued)

Twitter: @ToyeTrill

TOP POST YESTERDAY
Posted by at
Labels: , ,

No comments:

Post a Comment

Add your comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)