Jealous Gore And The Victim

Courageous

My dad loves me so dearly with a full pitch of real love. He immensely loves his mama and I'm her photocopy.

My dad is my number one fan; he praises me with the kindest words, speaks to me with respect, honoured me with emotions that lounge love and superiority, he brims tenderness on me to the point I feel like the only person on Earth that is so fortunate to have him as a dad.

I don't know If it is the love of his mom that influenced his attitude towards me, and for that reason, everyone in my family detested and got jealous of me. My mom could beat me up for no reason, taunt my life to hell, grab me in siege in a pit of torment, ditching me in pain just for the hate she got for my paternal grandma.

I don't know if it was the love of his mom that influenced his attitude towards me, and for that reason, everyone in my family detested and got jealous of me. Om can beat me up for no reason, taunt my life to hell, grab me siege in the pit of torment, ditching my pain just for the hate she got for my paternal grandma or something else.

Om can beat me up for no reason, taunt my life to hell, grab me siege in the pit of torment, ditching my pain just for the hate she got for my paternal grandma or something else. Om can beat me up for no reason, taunt my life to hell, grab me siege in the pit of torment, ditching my pain just for the hate she got for my paternal grandma or something else.

Yeah... I'm the most intelligent, the most beautiful... I have a height of 5.7 feet, I look light brown chocolate in complexion, and I have a good curved shape, but I'm only 16 years old, a teenage girl with a body type looking like an adult.

Everyone out there loves me, both family friends and other extended family members. And for these reasons as well their hearts blaze up with hateful flame.

I'm the ugly witch mom named me, the devilish child that torment her life, the hypocrite who hounds her life, the ugliest being. I look at her, the torment in her heart rating me from zero to nothing. The only person who makes her moments worse, the most disgusting being that she hates to see between her sight, the nightmare in her dreams and the beast that hounds her.

My siblings gauged their insecurity on me, they can not pretend. The feelings are anger in their chest, pain and anguish while I live in their nest. They wish to eliminate me but my fortune spirit has not given them that chance to est.

To make it worse for them, Dad took us out for shopping. He asked me to sit at the front with him, and Mom declined to go with us, "On your suit, baby." He jestly said and drove off.

We left without her and my siblings in the back, sitting profiling awkwardness, struggling with awful pain as Dad gist and cracked jokes with me while driving. I wore the smiling face and laughter in glee.

Despite everything, I found solace in the love and support of my father. His unwavering love and belief in me gave me the strength to endure the hardships I faced at home. I learned to navigate the treacherous waters of my family dynamics with wisdom and grace, holding onto the hope that things would eventually get better.

As I sat next to my father in the car, feeling the warmth of his presence and the genuine care in his eyes, I knew that I had a guardian angel in him. I felt a sense of peace and protection that I had never experienced before, and for the first time in a long while, I allowed myself to dream of a brighter future.

With my father by her side, I knew that I could weather any storm that came my way. I held onto the love and support that surrounded me, and as they drove off into the sunset, I knew that I was not alone in my struggles.

Though the road ahead was uncertain and filled with challenges, I faced it with courage and determination. I was ready to carve out my own path, to stand tall in the face of adversity, and to prove to myself and the world that I was worthy of love and respect.

And as I looked towards the horizon, with my father's hand on me and the wind in my hair, I knew that I was destined for greatness. The trials and tribulations of my past had only made me stronger, and I was ready to embrace the journey ahead with open arms and a heart full of hope.

My name is Salama. I'm from the city you want to visit; I'm 16 years old. I want to become a Doctor, and as a science student, I am the best student in my class. I am in my SS3, my final year in secondary school. We are about to write the final year West Africa Examination Council (WAEC), and I am fully prepared for the upcoming exams, but I'm depressed right now at the state of committing suicide.

My mom intensely detests me as a selfish, portentous figure. I'm the puzzle in her war, and nothing of me impresses her, nor was there anything I would do to make her happy.

It's a bright full moon lighting through the balcony, which seems quite close at grab, a sleepless night full of thoughts of depression and anxiety. The dead night whispered a sweet air into my heart, asking me to jump out of the window to the widespread stone lying down behind my House. There is this room on the second floor in the Diamond Estate, near Jubilee Lake. A fan on the ceiling and I'm in my dead rope thinking of hanging myself on the fan above with a noose

I sat on the African native Ottoman, I moved to the floor restless, and my heart beat faster. I started painting on the board on the wall opposite my bed to distract myself from thinking. I put the LED light on and drew the window curtains wide open. I was on the pending board in the middle of the night, and I heard my phone ringing right at the bedside. I got gripped in fear but stepped forth towards the bed to see who was calling. By that time of the night, it was my Dad ..."Hello, Salamualaikum." In a disturbing voice, kinda like spasmodic dysphonia, I was all pressed, and I couldn't pretend while speaking to him.

Dad: "Waalaikum salam, how are you?"

I replied in the melancholy voice, "Fine, sir."

Dad: "You are not fine dear. What's happening?"

I started crying, and I couldn't explain "Sorry, dear. I understand please stop crying. I called to inform you that I will be returning home tomorrow, but I sent some drivers with some cars I bought. I've been trying to reach you guys, and the network wasn't good until now. I got some gifts for you, and when I return home tomorrow, you can explain them to me. I'm really sorry on behalf of their silly ways. I promise you something great you will live forever to appreciate. And I Hope you are better now?" He Pityingly.

I was relieved a bit and stopped crying... "I will be fine sir." In Compassion

Dad: "Promise me you will."

I reluctantly "Yes sir, I promise."

Dad: "That's a good girl. Just know that I love you... I will forward you the driver's numbers to direct them."

I responded, "Okay, sir, thank you."

Dad: "You're welcome dear. Bye..."

I ended the call with a deep sigh.

As I got here inside the new apartment, trying to check out the rooms to pick the one I would spend the rest of my night in, I saw some weird things I wasn't comfortable with, which got me scared and more depressed.

Some rooms here need maintenance; they look unkept in the dirt. I saw bloodstains on the walls, and it was horrifically cold.

In grace to my anxiety, 'I think there is something privy wrong about here. I don't know if Dad knew about this, but he should have checked everywhere before buying this House.' The thought in my head kept on.

This other room on the first floor looks like heaven. 'I guess here is the best place for me to lay my head tonight.' I murmur

I never comfortably slept at night or watched movies before bed, and I guess I'm about to start.

I lay down and turned the AC on, switched off the light and the fan blowing high, dropped off to sleep and lay down comfortably covered inside a soft duvet with sweet fragrance, turning for a last look at my phone and reminiscing my encounters with the Policemen, my family troubles and that shakes me to sleep slowly took me in a chill woo and took me down to a nightmare hue.

On the list in the world, I met myself as the time moved faster, and it was exactly 20 minutes to 3:00AM, prompting my eyes to get wide into sleep. I heard some high-notes mumbling voices, A squeaky noise. I saw some shadows moving towards me, and it was Kinky Board at my front with a wild-large human score; I found myself on top of a large Desert with gigantic Scorpios and rattlesnakes all coming after me.

I began running, but I remained exactly in a spot, stagnant but illusively running; at the same point, I was running with no budges and kinda like I was tied down. Trying to depend on myself, but it left me; they approached closer to me, and a woman appeared on Black shores bathed in blood, and her followers appeared next to her, surrounded by me with awful gazes; they approached closer, coming after me in their horrific eyes.

I was scared and couldn't save myself, I turned around and saw a wooden House and I puffed....! I was able to turn at the house and ran towards it. The door was opened, and I got inside in sweaty haste; they almost caught me in the act, and I desperately shut the door.

The woman in blood appeared inside the House, and I rushed into the next room and found a passage down the tunnel leading to an underground compartment. There, I hopped into a hole of rattlesnakes, and I drowsily struggled to trail off into a safe. The women in blood were about to take hold of me,y me so I anxiously screamed louder in squeak. I woke up in power, fear in, a shock at exactly 8:00AM in the morning.

It was the sunny flashes through the window that got me; the room was cold, like an ice world,d looking so fresh and pretty. I was hungry, tired, frustrated, traumatized and scared.

A thought popped into my head. "You didn't pray before you slept last night; what about living here and living with my family? How about going out somewhere and never returning? How about suicide, what would my father feel? What about my promises when I commit suicide? I'm in danger but I must find ease."

My treasures of joy and peace are extorted; these thoughts kept going in the womb of my mind till I heard a bang on the gate at about 9:00AM, and then I remembered I hadn't prayed.

I ignored the gate banging and I went straight to the restroom and took a shower. I returned to the prayer mat with the power spirit in me and posted in prayer and the gate kept on the banging.