Chapter 1:
“Maybe, the only sin i committed was living?“.
I grew up with a monster who carried me for nine months. it literally started since i was a foetus. My mother blamed us, my sister and i, for every single thing that happened to her or in her life, growing up was complete hell or maybe not, what is hell?
If i was asked to define hell in my own words, I’d say, hell was the place i grew up to be in, hell was my mother and my mother was hell.
Chapter One
“Wow” i screamed, after receiving my school examination result. “I took second once again” I said, smiling brightly. I kept my result inside my bag, and couldn’t stop thinking and imagining how happy my mom would be after seeing my result. I stopped for a while, after realizing I’m already close to my house and read some verses i knew from the Bible, i prayed for a little while, asking God to please let my mom be in a good mood and when i show her my result, i hope she gets excited!
But No, God didn’t answer my prayer! Pfft!
I got home and met my mom cussing out my sister. “I’m finally home” i muttered to myself and gently walked inside. this is my seventh year with my mom and cussing out? That is an habit both my sister and i are used to, it’d be weird if you don’t meet her cussing out or creating a scene. “Why are you just coming back from school??” She roared at me like a hungry lion, I gently turned back, facing her, shaking terribly- “Noo,...i....was....i waited behind to get my examination result” i said, close to crying, i dropped my bag on the floor, and brought out my result slip, i stretched my hand towards her with the result, hoping she’d take it and read -She hissed loudly and gave me a very hard slap “so you don’t have work, right? Is that result going to feed you?” She said, shouting at the top of her voice. I lowered my head, while holding tears desperately from falling from my eyes. She jammed the door hard and went inside aggressively -My sister looked me straight in the eyes, tears striking down her pale face, she hugged me so tight, as though, if she doesn’t she would die, i guess she needed that warmth to feel alive once again.
A little about me?
My name is eva, I’m seven years, I’m the second child, I only have a sister, which makes us just two girls and no boys. My sister attends a secondary school, while I’m attending a primary school. I love my sister so much, she is a true source of inspiration, growing up, i watched her get beaten, unalived by our mother while protecting me, and all i ever probably did, was gotten into more trouble, and adding more and more to her troubles!
I had no friends at school, i was a literal outcast, no one not even the teachers wanted to be my friend or speak with me, so unlike other learners, I had no one to share my pains or struggle with.
But, little did we know, all these were just tips of the iceberg, more was on it’s way and the saddest part was, we didn’t realize it, until it had gotten too close to avert.
