TWO YEARS LATER.
I walked out of the staff room with my books clutched to my chest. It was a Friday, the same to me. All the days were the same to me. Each time I opened my eyes this sinking feeling fell on me and knocked out all of the breath in me. The pain that I carried was heavy, with time, people would say but time had passed and still the pain did not ease. I leaned on the wall, closing my eyes before pushing myself off to walk to my house.
The house was another nightmare.
“You got exactly what you deserved, who did you think you were.” Setsabile had said right to my face three months after the incident. I could not get out of bed, I could not talk, I could not do anything. I would just lay there and cry. It was the darkest time of my life and even till this day I don’t
