Chapter 1: Lost
Fleeting moments of pain all over my body, like I've been lashed with a pole on my head a million times over.
Still in a fog of misery and confusion, all I could hear was echoes of different voices mixed up together, screeching through my ears. Blurry images was all I could see as I tried to summon every will in me back to conciousness but it all proved immaterial as I began to lose back my Strength.
However,my eyelids began to close up, not long until I slowly went back into unconsciousness. Nonetheless, while still in stupor,I knew I no longer was at my house, but where could I possibly be at?, how did I get to where I am?,and moreover,who are these people whose voices I can hear?. Those are the questions that crossed my mind as I mused but as fate would have it, I fell back to sleep.
After five long,cold and dark hours,I came back to my senses. The only person I could see was a man dressed in a white lab coat "probably the doctor" I said to myself. "You're awake"the man said as he tried to get closer to me until I was prompted to ask"who are you please? and why am I here?" with a shattering voice so I asked. "My name is Doctor Aliyu Musa"he replied with a smile "You are at Al-ameen specialist hospital"he added as he moves towards the drip by my bedside.
A hospital is the last place that could ever surprise me being at. But what bothered my mind was how I got there"how did I get here?" I asked with a stress in my voice, hoping to get a reasonable answer from the doctor as I watched him continue his work by the drip and injecting some painkillers into it that made me feel calm and relieved.
"Some people rushed you here yesterday evening claiming to be your neighbors." He replied while taking down some observations"Thank God you got here early or something else would have happened as you have lost a lot of blood before you got here and there was no time to question them, because your life mattered to us the most"he continued while taking down his observations. "My neighbors!"I said with a puzzled look on my face, as to the fact that we live in a tall fenced bungalow, how would my neighbors probably bring me here, I mused to myself.
"Did you get into a fight with anybody that could want to hurt you?" He asked taking look at my face and back into the book in his hands. "N-n-no, none I could remember of. I-I-I even rarely get into an argument with someone not to talk of a fight" I said with a nervous stammer that clearly shows am hiding something. As flashes of what happened came through, nevertheless keeping it to myself,I gave the doctor a forced smile.
"Ok. Are you saying you seldom have an argument with someone" he further asked as he knew something was up with my reactions. knowing I was lying he just couldn't help but notice the shaking in my voice as though I had just finished a three days revival where I screamed my lungs out. "Yes" I replied him in an attempt to conceal the truth to myself.
"do you know that..."he wanted to continue just before I cut in.
" Doctor I don't have the whole day for this and besides you are not even the police to question me like that" I remarked raising my voice in an attempt to put a stop to the endless chunk of questions he was going to ask.
"oh sorry,I didn't mean to inconvenience you like that" he apologized but giving me a suspicious look.
"When do I get to leave this place?" I asked as I smeared my lips with lipstick in order to conceal the mark on my lips.
"You'll get to leave in a few minutes, but when you get home don't forget to take your medications and don't hesitate to call when you feel pain anywhere"he said closing up his book with him and turning back to leave the room.
After thirty minutes of waiting hard I was finally discharged.
As I got into the bus, the best place I could possibly sit was at the rear end, sitting down in complete misery with a strong feeling of awfulness as I tried to hold back my tears, but could feel them slowly trickling down my face. Memories of the horrors kept haunting me as they started coming "you witch, I will kill you myself"the voice of my husband resounded in my head as the demonic torture I suffered in his hands just before he abandoned me by the roadside, leaving me to die all by myself.
I could no longer control my emotions, not long until tears gushed down my face and I became the subject of attraction in the bus.
Getting home all I could lay my hands upon to eat was leftovers from what he and his cheat ate.
Not long after I took the sedatives given to me by the doctor,I started to fall asleep just to get my mind off the horrifying experience."after I wake up all will be fine,I-I would be okay"I stammered to myself as I slowly fell asleep and I almost lost myself to the cold hands of death.
