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.
My blackmailer and now kidnapper sat across from me in a small dark room, staring at me with an expression I could not decipher. I had gotten a text from Zik, telling me to walk to the end of my street, I thought it was another stupid dare so I followed. While waiting by the side of the road a huge, scary-looking man walked up to me and directed me towards a car then forced me in and blindfolded me. I cried and screamed for help but it was like the car was soundproof because no one heard; I begged for them to at least tell me where they were taking me to, but it all fell on deaf ears so I just sat in my misery.
After she left, I had my bath and got ready to sleep once I laid on my bed I felt my phone vibrate I took it from the top of my drawer with shaky hands, when I checked it, it was who I feared it would be. He sent two videos to me, the first one was of me taking the old woman’s phone which he labeled as A while the second one was Grace’s sex tape which he labeled as B.
I sat on the table across from the guy I almost got killed watching as he slept on the couch in my living room; I knew it was a weird thing to do, but I just wanted to be there when he woke up. After they beat him to a pulp and left him to die, I called my driver to pick us both up. When we got home, I called our family doctor to treat him.
The pain in my head when I woke up the next morning was unimaginable. I had slept off on the couch in my living room and once I opened my eyes, the light from the windows attacked me; it felt like I had slept off and woken up a vampire. My stomach was aching and my head was pounding, everything irritated me. I walked to my room like a zombie then entered the bathroom to have my bath; just after I stepped out, I felt nauseous, ran back in and started throwing up, mostly on my body. Out of frustration, I sat on the floor of the bathroom crying, right there I swore to myself never to drink again.
I woke up to a good morning text from Zik and weirdly it made me happy; we had spent the night getting to know more about each other, more about me and close to nothing about him, though I didn’t mind. I told him my parents were away and would be back in a week, so whatever fun games he had planned for me had to last for only seven days. His idea of fun was telling me to do things I had never done before and then giving him feedback on how good it felt. My first dare was to do something I had always imagined doing at my workplace, I had nothing in mind, but for the first time, I looked forward to my day at work.
A loud thud from the living room downstairs woke me from my recurring nightmare. I checked the time from my phone and I stood up fast; I was ten minutes late for dinner. Coming to the dining table late was not something that was tolerated by my parents, they were what I saw as unreasonably strict. There was time for everything and lateness was never condoned. I washed my face and ran down the stairs, my parents were on the dining table with a smile on their face when I entered and I knew I was in serious trouble.
Twenty-one-year-old student commits suicide, the headlines read. My parents and I watched in horror as the reporter on the news spoke. It was the fourth suicide I had heard of this month, four of whom were of the same age, went to the same secondary school, and used to be my best friends. I didn’t understand why they did what they did and it scared me.
I woke up to my parents, yelling at each other like they did most mornings. My mother was doing most of the yelling, and this time, for a good reason. She had just found out that my father borrowed an immense sum of money from the bank for his failing business, and he had till… Continue reading My first murder