The appalling smell of drugs hit me once I woke up. Was this hell or heaven, probably hell because I detest the smell of drugs? I looked around, and I noticed I was in none; I was in a hospital. How was that possible? I’m supposed to be dead. A truck hit me. I tried standing, but the pain in my head pushed me back to bed. Before I tried standing again, a nurse passing saw me then ran back to call the doctor. The doctor examined me while I lay back watching the ceiling.
“Do you remember anything?” he asked.
I huffed and said, “I couldn’t forget even if I tried.”
He smiled at me then said, “Your parents would be here soon, for now, a nurse would watch you.”
“How am I not dead?”
“The truck driver swerved the truck, he only brushed you, you were very lucky.”
“Are my parents okay?” I asked, scared of the answer.
“Of course they are like I said, they’ll be here soon,” he said, then gave me one more smile before leaving.
My parents came a few minutes later, they hugged and kissed me with tears in their eyes even my father was crying; I felt so guilty for making them watch me almost die, I could barely speak.
“I’m… I’m sorry,” I said.
“Why didn’t you tell us those girls were your best friends?” my mum asked. “Why didn’t you tell us you were a target?”
So they had figured out the connection between the four of us and that someone made us do what we did, but I’m sure they still had a lot of questions. I was too tired and overwhelmed to speak, so I just enjoyed the moment alive with my parents.
Later on, a detective came with two police officers, I didn’t want to talk to anybody especially the police but I knew that someone as crazy as Zik out in the streets was dangerous not just for me, so I told them about him and his sister who had committed suicide back in secondary school and his plan to kill the teacher. After I told them about why Zik was doing what he was doing, the detective took a deep breath then asked.
“How did all this start, why did you even agree to meet with him?” I was yet to tell them how he manipulated me into doing things I regularly wouldn’t have and how he used my friend against me and blackmailed me into doing more. I looked at my parents and they gave me a reassuring smile.
I turned back to the detective and said, “It all started with a dare a day.”
The end of A DARE A DAY.
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