Kill Me Instead!

Chapter 1 The firmament turned lugubriously dark with the cloud as dark as pitch black. The intense torrent of the whirl wind darted through the north, east, west and south pole. The nature of the weather put into words that there would be a heavy downpour in any moment, but that was a hoax. Buildings shuddered as thunder storm quaked the earth surface, the whirl wind yanked the flimsy curtain of Moyin's room haphazardly. Moyin was the only one who slept in her apartment that night because her friend that was squatting with her went for a night bash. The sound of the thunder storm caused tremor in Moyin and she shockingly woke up from her sleep during the wee hour of the night. The ray of the lightening penetrated into the room through the window and Moyin could feel it because it diffracted on her face. The community was engulfed in a total blackout due to power outage, Moyin tried to reach for her phone but couldn't lay her bare hand on it, however, she made an alternative by searching for her torchlight to create an optimism but it was nowhere to be found. While she continued to search for any gadget that could give her light, she saw the shadow a human being casted on the floor of her room with the aid of the thunder lightening, she halted all she was doing to create a reticent atmosphere because fear had begun to grip her bone marrows deeply. Unexpectedly, the shadow of the leg disappeared and the door to her room that was fastened with a door knob the previous night unlocked and remain ajar without any human intervention, though she couldn't sight anything around her due to the darkness that saturated the room but she could respond to the stimulus of the sound as the door unlocked. “Who is that?” she requested in anxiety as she shriveled back in distress. Her extreme fear was that no one responded to her question. Torrent of wind blew into the room but she thought it was the breeze of the rain that was about to fall, yet she still couldn't believe herself because she fastened the door tightly. Within a short moment, she heard footsteps walking through the aisle, as time pass the sounds of the foot step increased in volume and pace like it approached her room; her thought was not bogus when the sound of the footsteps finally echoed in her room. She strained her eye in the darkness but couldn't sight anyone, the sound of the footsteps metamorphosed into myriads of sounds and that was too unbearable for her, she used her hand to block her ears in in order to prevent the sound but all was to no avail. What she felt next was a touch on her skin “Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” she screamed at the peak of her voice with her hands on her ear as she jumped out of bed. Moyin gazed around to realize that it was dawn, she couldn't believe her sight. “What happened to you that made you scream so loud just because I patted you to wake up?” Cindy requested. Moyin suddenly tilted her head towards the voice that spoke to her in tremor only to realize it was Cindy. “Am I insane?” she whispered to dampened self. Cindy just arrived from the bash she went the previous night, when she stepped into the room; she found out that Moyin was not yet up from bed of which was not part of her routine to wake up as late as 6.00 am in the morning. She then patted her so that she can be aware that its dawn because she does wake up to read by 5.00 am to read and prepare for the day's activities. The incident was really an amazement to Cindy because Moyin had never missed waking up by 5:00 am which makes that mark the first. Moyin gasped vehemently with sweat all over her body, she couldn't understand herself any longer. Am I dreaming, she whispered again. Her assertion was that all she has been experiencing all the while was in the real world; she never knew she had been entangled in the world of nightmare. “What's happening?” she uttered. “Cindy, how did you manage to step into the room, I thought I fastened the door notch it with its key?” Cindy was mind blogged at Moyi's question. “You didn't shut the door before going to bed because it was ajar when I arrived.” She replied. Moyin yanked her flimsy mouth in astonishment, she couldn't hold her emotion any longer. “What's happening to me." She screamed at the top of her voice as she picked up a pillow from the bed and banged it on the floor. “Ha! I'm doomed." She uttered. She ruffled her hair with her pair of hands. “I still want to know why you screamed so hard when I patted you. Why the sudden reaction when you woke up from slumber? What's wrong Moyin, let me know?" Cindy requested. Tears filled Moyin's eyelid and was ready to breach it. It was a dream, she soliloquized. She had never dreamt such fierce nature of dream before, in fact, hardly does she dream. Even if she dreams, she never thought of it twice before it vanishes of her imagination when she wakes up, whereas, she dreams once in a blue moon. But this she had was so gory to her. It frightened up her emotions. Tears began to roll down her face. Cindy glared at her and couldn't decipher what was up-to-the-minute. “I asked her question, she is here sobbing." Cindy said. She dropped her red 500 US Dollars Gucci handbag one of her sugar daddy acquired for her when he went on a vacation to Paris on the bed and she took her seat close to Moyin, she knew something could have gone wrong because she never saw Moyin act in such bizarre manner before. Her expression was extremely unusual. “Speak to me Moyin, What's the plight?” Cindy took a deep breath and exhaled at instant when Moyin never spoke a word to her. “You are not used to this kind of personality. I could vouch that this is the first time I'm seeing you act so dumbfounded.” Unpredictably, Moyin held Cindy so tight like a metal been forcefully attracted to a metal; she placed her head on her shoulder from behind sobbing seriously. She was a girl born with silver spoon and was the apple of the family's eye because she was the only child her parent gave birth to. Moyin was brought up in a Christian home but when she gained admission into University of Ibadan that she began to live alone with Cindy who was squatting with her, her behavior began to change gradually and her spirituality notch felt a demotion. “It was a dream, it was a dream.” She uttered. “A dream!” she exclaimed. “Definitely that dream was so horrific for you to have acted this way. I know you won’t tell it to my face that it was because of the dream you screamed?” she said. “I have dreamt dreams that is more horrific than that which you had." She uttered in the guise to calm her mind. She paused for a moment and continued. “Let me tell you, dreams are just illusions created in the mind and appears to be real. So you don’t need to put your mind up just because of a dream. Dear, cry no more.” She consoled. “Maybe you watched an horror movie before going to bed the previous night.” “Horror film?” Moyin countered. “You knew me before today, so why would you say that. I think I should inform my mum about this so that she can pray for me.” She suggested. Cindy grabbed her phone from her hand as she wanted to place a call through to her mother to inform her about the dream. “When will you detest from been too religious. Why does we Christian tends to take everything that happens to them too spiritual. The level of your spirituality this day is going haywire and we need to relegate it before it gets out of hand." She reprimanded. “What do you want your mum to do when you tell her you had just an ordinary dream, don’t you know that it's a childish way of expressing one's self. C'mon cheer up.” Cindy said diverting her attention from the dream. “Suggest a place to go have fun and I'll be willing to pay the bills?” Cindy asked Moyin.