Tamika - dead or alive

Part 2

With a loud scream Tamika hit the floor and was hit severally by this mysterious figure who's face she couldn't properly see. Shouting and crying out loud hoping to be heard by anyone, by her already sleeping dad but no one came. After a few moments she fainted from the pain and when she awoke she found herself still on the floor with the dark figure standing right beside her smiling. She tried to get up and run to her room on the other end of the hall, but it was standing right in front of her.

It came closer to her and with its hands felt her already shaking face. She was astonished as the creature seemed to look like her. It marveled her on how it was even humanly possible for this to exist. After a while on the floor she began to secretly pray to the universe hoping that once again she can be saved. Her prayers were heard and the sound of an opening door echoed through the empty hallway instantly making the monster vanish before her very eyes. This was her chance to escape, to run for her life. As she ran towards her room not looking back. She bumped into her uncle who opened the door. On seeing the manner in which she ran he began asking why she was in such a hurry at this time in the night. Millions of thoughts on how to answer flooded her head but the only words that came out were “I… I... I have to go” she said, and with concerns in his eye feeling something was wrong still decided to let her go.

She again begins to run past him and towards her room. Once she arrived she swung the doors open and with a loud noise she slammed the door shut making sure it was locked. Fear was all that consumed her. “It almost died,” she thought. She collapses on her bed and bursts into tears which later turned into anger and resentment. Her mind was troubled, she had a lot of questions, but no one to answer them. She eventually falls asleep and even in her dreams the nightmare revisits her, making her wake up periodically.

The next morning she was awoken by the sound of her alarm. “Buzzzzz.. Buzzzzz… Buzzzzz'' cried the square old clock on Tamika's table. Glaring, she throws a pillow at it in an attempt to shut it up, but to no avail. After so much hesitation Tamika decided to open her eyes which were swollen from all the crying last night brought. She lazily got up and as she did was instantly hit with a headache which honestly wasn't a surprise.

Yes this is not the first time she had cried herself to sleep. In fact crying was her normal routine and although she was tired of it she had no choice. “There's so much to cry about,” she thought.

Tamika was a teenager in pain. She is a seventeen year old African American, who ever since she was young, could only remember the pain that is living. Her parents had given her up to her aunt's family when she was only four. Although she longs for her real family she doesn't understand that she was left behind.