THE PINK DIARY 💌

CHAPTER 1 Dear diary School was fun today , it wasn't good Because of learning tho, I spent the whole Day with no nervous breakdown. Sounds Boring right? But it's especially exciting to a person who's afraid she'll fall down and Embarrass herself at school,, "Zitah?-" she heard her mom calling for her all of a sudden. She rolled her eyes and tried to ignore her, If she doesn't call the second time then it's not important and I don't need to go to her. She thought to herself. You must be wondering why that's so Exciting for me, She went on to write, It's because five years ago- "Zitah!" Her mom shouted for her impatiently. She groaned and sighed in her heart but still got up from her bed. She stared at her diary and suddenly smiled. Then she opened her bedroom door, gave one last glance at the diary that lay on her bed and closed the door quietly. Five years ago " Mrs Chama, the situation with your daughter..." Doctor K hesitated a little as she tried to analyze the emotions on Zitahs' parents. "After my interaction with her, your daughter seems to be suffering from Anxiety, it's not at it's serious stage yet and unlike most, she doesn't seem to be having Dyspnea." Mrs Chama stared at the doctor seriously not planning to miss a word. "She has depression, could there be a reason for this?" Doctor K stared at them, waiting for an answer. Mrs Chama turned to look at her husband who sat next to her quietly, she hesitated before looking at Zitah, who sat quietly by her side. "Zitah," doctor K softly called her name. " Do you want to tell your parents what you told me earlier? The reason you keep feeling sad" doctor K continued. Mrs Chama looked at Zitah worriedly, her face hiding her confusion. Zitah tightened her grip on the edge of her dress. She gave doctor K a hesitant look. "Don't worry, nothing will happen just say it" doctor K,who noticed her fear patiently told her. " Mwansa usually hits me," her grip on her dress tightened and she bit her lips hard as she forced herself not to cry. "I tell him everytime not to touch me, he doesn't listen to me at all. He beat me up two days ago and I haven't slept well since." Her shaky voice broke and her reddened eyes looked straight at her mother's eyes. "I told mom that I don't feel safe with him in the house but she didn't listen, she never listens to me" Zitah felt hot tears running down her cheeks and she instinctively wiped them away. "Mrs Chama..." "This isn't right, I asked you to check up on her as she was suddenly feeling weak. What exactly do you mean by this arrangement?" Mrs Chama cut her off and the dissatisfaction was clearly displayed on her face. " Mrs Chama your child has been physically abused, will you still not do anything about it?" "Are you saying I'm not a good mother? Did I fail to raise her?" Mrs Chama interjected, " this isn't a movie doctor,this is real life and what she experienced wasn't abuse, it was discipline" she concluded. "Discipline?" Mr Chama finally spoke up for the first time since they entered the office. His voice was cold and he had on an ugly expression as he stared at his muddle headed wife with annoyance. "Ofcourse! This is Zambia, it has always been normal to discipline children this way, this is how we all were disciplined, didn't we turn out okay?" Mrs Chama, still unaware of her husband's annoyance spoke up. "She's 12, who knows what she did that got him to hit her. Atate Zitah (Zitahs' father) I know Mwansa, he definitely had a reason" she continued to explain. Mr Chama got up from his seat and pointed his finger at his wife furiously " Are you stupid Martha?! Look at this child! for goodness sake we're no longer in the 90s! She's a child she shouldn't be hit to the extent of trauma!" His furious loud voice echoed the room. Bewildered by her husband's explosive anger, Mrs Chama stood up too and placed her hands on her waist. "Atate Zitah (Zitahs' father) this is too much! Why are you encouraging rubbish? You know that children of nowadays will get slapped today and claim abuse the next day, it's totally ridiculous!" She too raised her voice. Doctor K looked at poor Zitah that didn't dare to raise her head but silently wiped the bits of tears that escaped her eyes. "That's enough. Respectfully, Mr and Mrs Chama we try to keep this place a quiet environment. Please do abide by the rules" doctor K finally spoke up professionally. Mrs Chama looked at her and was about to speak however,her husband spoke first. " How do we treat her?" He asked, ignoring his wife's burning gaze "Anxiety doesn't have a cure yet unfortunately. There are however, ways to manage it." Doctor K glanced at Zitah who still had her head lowered for a bit before calmly looking at Mr Chama again. " Let her practice breathing exercises every day. Make sure she familiarises herself with the 333 rule too. And as for her depression, you might as well get her a diary to help her vent. It will help with anxiety too" Mr Chama attentively listened to the doctor while Mrs Chama felt like rolling her eyes. "She's going through trauma. I suggest you arrange therapy for her too. It will her her alot." Doctor K suggested. "Ah alright then. We'll bring her to you starting tomorrow, there's no problem" Mr Chama said seriously. They continued talking about it and Mrs Chama kept eyeing her indebt husband who promised to pay therapy for their daughter. Ofcourse she knew it was a waste of time, there was no way she would waste her money on therapy. Five years later " You'll finally graduate this year, you have to work hard, do you understand?" Mr Chama lectured Zitah at the dining table as they are their supper. Because she still had food in her mouth,she slightly smiled and nodded. " Honestly speaking I don't understand what the fuss is about, it's only highschool atate Zitah, she's not the first or last to graduate" Mrs Chama spoke up unhappily as she stuffed more rice in her husband's bowl. Mr Chama eyed her but didn't say anything. "After this, go to your room to study for a bit. You need to pass your upcoming exams" He patiently reminded Zitah. "I know dad, you've said it a hundred times already." She complained. Her father smiled and kept eating. Dinner finally passed without her parents arguing, it was one of those rare nights. She threw herself on her bed didn't feel like moving at all. Suddenly, her phone vibrated. She ignored it and kept her posture but it was only 4s before it vibrated again. She reached out for her phone on the other side of the bed. The light coming from the phone was almost blinding. She adjusted her phone and checked the messages. It was from the group chat which included her two close friends Anette and Rhiad. RHIAD IS FOREVER SINGLE (GC) Rhiad: yo! did u hear the news? Anette: What? =_= Rhiad: Ever heard of Jerrel?? Anette: What's that supposed to be?? :-| Rhiad: I forgot to tell you, his last name is Bwalya Anette: WTF?! Jerrel Bwalya??? Are you for real?! Anette: what happened to him? Is he okay? Did he finally post something??? Rhiad: chill you psychopath, he's transferring to our school. Heard his cousin talking about it in ADMA class Who's Jerrel?? Anette: hottest guy alive,so I've heard. I'll tell you about it at school tomorrow. Rhiad: hi princess,(. ❛ ᴗ ❛.) He's just some weird dude people always Talk about. He's the first son of the Bwalya Family and no one has ever seen his face. Lol Do we like him? I have study, we'll catch up Tomorrow?? Anette: yes and sure! We can look For Bwalya Together!!(✿^‿^) Rhiad: you're probably not his type ¯_(ツ)_/¯ Anette: I seriously hate you Rhiad ಠ_ಠ Her phone kept buzzing until she turned it off. She couldn't be bothered with their feud. She sighed and complained in her heart when she saw her books. She hated studying the most but how could she not? In her messy life, only her studies were right, she couldn't loose the only thing that made her feel normal, being one of the smartest kids at school.