Jealous Gore And The Victim

Escape

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.

"Who's banging the gate so hard like that? And what if it's my dad, but dad has his keys." Thought couldn't stop in my head in the prayer as the bang, bang, bang continued until they were doing it wrong, and I was done with the prayers, so I hastily rushed out towards the gate, and I found Policemen in black outside as I glimpse through a hole. I opened the gate, and there was Suleiman, his colleagues and some people in the neighbourhood.

"Good morning sir." I patiently greeted him.

Mr Suleiman cheerfully replied "Good morning, how are you? .....We received some calls from the neighbours that they heard a yelling voice from the compound at midnight and the same this morning, and we are here to make sure everything is fine.

We've been here knocking at the gate for quite some time, but no response,e and we're about to scale through the fence to check if everything is fine with you, and there you open."

"Sorry for keeping y'all out here until now; I woke up late and I was observing my prayers before coming out.' In blissful expression... "Yeah, I reluctantly shouted in the middle of the night and this morning because of the awful nightmare I had, which pow me up with an unintentional yell. But my apologies to y'all for the inconvenience; please forgive me." I humbly.

Suleiman further, "As well, your Dad rang me twice and asked me to check for you because he has been trying to reach you through your phone, and there was no response. Hope you saw the calls?"

With a happy sigh, "Yes sir, the network was bad last night, but we were able to speak on the phone later on." I responded

"Okay, that's good. These two of my men will be here to look after you till your Dad return. Make sure you reach out to your Dad as often as possible, because he was worried about you when he called." Suleiman said.

The neighbours started returning to their places, but a young man aged 19 or 20 stood by as Suleiman drove off. The two Policemen were standing next to me, and at a full length, we were about to return back inside in, and I lifted my head in a glance into the young man's face, and in my final efforts, I fell faster into the house..... Instantly "Sorry, excuse me please sister, what's your name please?"

I paused and puzzlingly "why?" In awe, we all gave him a gaze.

He was silent for some seconds, and the next thing, "Sorry, but you are honestly beautiful, and I can't help myself, that's why."

"Okay thank you." I contemptuously responded, and I offered myself inside the compound, and the Policemen followed. The young man remained in good standing as we crawled in, leaving the gate behind us unshut; I returned to shut the gate, and he was still there with a gaze, so I shut the gate.

There was a security guard room by the gateway inside the compound, and I asked one of the Policemen to stay in there and the other to come along with me inside. I offered him a room downstairs, and I went straight upstairs to my room. I glided through the window, and I was able to see outside the gate my curiosity. I saw the young man walking south into a nearby House, some feet away from my place.

No one ever stared at me like that and that got my heart pledging for him.

'Who's that young man? Where is he from? Is that their house? Why was he so brave to say that in front of the Policemen? What does he do for a living? Was my response to him okay or was I rude or arrogant? Maybe I wasn't right in the way I responded to him. But Whatever! .....I owe him nothing. Who asked him to say such a thing to me? He should go to hell if he feels bad about how I responded, I don't care. But wait... Am I that beautiful?'