Monica. (When Life Takes A Wrong Turn Series #1)

Chapter 2 (pt 3) Slave.

3 years ago...

Ice and FIRE.  

Needing to love one.

Love and HATE.

Having to pick one.

Light and DARKNESS!

Forced to choose one.

Pain and PAIN.

having to decide which that'll kill me.

Life and Death!

Having to decide my fate.

Either I wander down the path of severe pain and sorrow.

Or I skate the ice of anger and frustration becoming a slave —

To my enemy.

My enemy which was my emotions.

My emotions which was my darkness.

That darkness that ruined me,

Tore me to pieces,

Pierced my heart with shards of glass,

That darkness was—

ME!

Break!

"MONICA!!"

Smash!

"MONICA!"

Punch!

"MONICA!!" My body shook in anger, darkness clouding my heart and eyes as I devoured my victim like always. 

"Monica, please enough!" John, my little brother knelt beside me pleading as tears streamed down his face showing his pain, but I didn’t care.

"Monica, MONICA!!!" I heard Emeka’s mom coming to the scene in her Ankara wrapper around her chests. "What did my son do to you?! EMEKA!!"

I gave in to my desires, allowing my tiny hope of light to be covered by the veils of darkness. 

That darkness that took over me now, killing Monica to create enough animosity to kill the person beneath me. 

Since the past two months I’d died when I found out my cousin Hannah and her entire family had died in a fire in their own house, it had been a month and two weeks since I’d seen Tina my second best friend, she had moved without telling me about it. 

She abandoned me.

That meant it has been two months since I’d been in any mood apart from constant hostility that burned every inch of my soul clouding my heart with its smoke, tainting my understand of right and wrong. 

To be veracious who knew the difference between rights and wrongs everyone were doing things they thought were right. I was obeying my emotions, following it’s laid down rules and regulations which I thought was right cause it would cause me less pain than disobeying. 

My greatest fear was losing the people I loved the most, I hated abandonment and loneliness which was the world Life had cast me to against my wish. 

Ever since I had lost my best friends Hannah and Tina, I’d been ruined in every aspect of life, my social life had suffered the most.

Hannah, Tina and I had ruled our primary school together we were nicknamed 'Queens of Positive' and since I lost them and had started junior secondary school I had been the 'creepy witch of Rosemary' the queen became the slave.