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"I WISH I NEVER MET HER" By: E. D. Oghre




Crystal was my best friend, who would have ever thought that I would regret meeting her?
She was the only one who understood me. She just sat there listening to me rant, and even though she never said a word, I could feel the love and understanding in her gaze. To me life was perfect .
That was until mum left.

I guess mums leaving broke dads heart and his mind too,  he had no place to vent his frustration so he turned our house into a boxing ring
My dad kept beating me, he used the mop stick, it broke. He used the NEPA wire to decorate my body, tears fell from my cheek to the solid ground. I became his punching bag. This became our everyday day ritual, get beaten and cry to Crystal who was always there.
The only relief was when grandma Clarie came.

She seemed to be able to calm him down, just a word from her shut him down.
She was like the referee to our unending match.
My personal angel.

On that day,  dad was at it again, he threw the speaker at me but as I tried to avoid it, he caught up with me, there were three slaps in quick succession and one blow follows them up.
I cried out in pain, and grandma heard me. She rushed in and calmed him down.
Dad walked away angrily, She turned to me and asked,  'are you OK dear? ' and ran to get the the first aid box for my injuries. As She picked it from the shelf and she fell like a log on the ground.

The doctor kissed the news into my ears, he told me her death cause. Angrily I ran home, I saw crystal approaching me, she licked my hand. I hit her, I couldn't believe my ears. She whimpered, I dragged my dog, I used an object to hit her head couple of times. Blood splashed on my face, my grandma death was Crystal's fault: maybe rabies or another new mystery. I saw the dog eyes begging me for mercy.

The whimpering died slowly, my hands wobbled, my lips quivered. My eyes caught the lifeless female dog and regret stabbed me. I used all the anger burning to kill my dog, it wasn't the dog fault my mom left or my dad beat the crap outta me. Sorrow buried deep in me, tears dropped from my eyes. I wish I wasn't born, I wished I never met them. I'm​ wishing I never met her.

© DOMINION And E. D. Oghre

 Artwork By: Clement Nwafor

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  1. Maryam AbdulWahab24 May 2018 at 05:01

    I wish it didn't end. I love the part where I discovered his best friend was actually his pet (dog). It linked it to the first paragraph of the prose.

    I'm however curious. How did the dog cause the death of his grandma?

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