Chapter 31

Wake up - Chris Brown 🎼

You know the problem of an overthinker, they never stop thinking.

Even when they try to, they end up thinking about the reason they’re trying to.

It’s more of an essential cycle..you see.

I’ve been up for sometime now..I dont know how long.

You’re wrong, My mind hasnt been on Drew alone...I’ve been thinking about my whole life from the perspective my parent have about me to my social life in school.

Today’s sunday and I have up on till 7am to start preparing. 

“Gbgbgb..!!” There’s a banging on my room door

I sigh and grab my phone to check the time.

It’s still some few minutes to seven

Opening the door to reveal my mum

“Good morning ma”

She nods in response,

 “there’s serious traffic on the way to church so we’ll be settling for the Catholic Church not so far from the express road...”

To my knowledge, there’s several catholic churches around so I’m not sure of the particular one she’s referring to

“Which of them..?” I ask curiously

“St. Patrick” she answers

I nod

“We forgot to inform you yesterday, so start getting ready so we’re early...you know about how the church is always full” she informs me

Okayy is all I say.

We attend a pentecostal church but it’s pretty far from home.

And since there’s no branch around, we settle for the catholic church around in times like this

I wipe my eyes with my fingers and change into my towel.

I cant remember when I slept this comfortable asides the fact that I still woke up early due to lack of free mind.

I tap my little sister to wake up, she shrugged several times until now, finally. After tossing her blanket soaked up in sweat in the lundary basket, she moves over to the basin to brush her teeth

We soon get ready and drive off to church

Mass ends in about two hours time and we’re ready to pull over for home.

Church was overhwemingly peaceful for me. At least something to get my mind off everything.

The sermon preached talked about loving others just as you love yourself and I couldn't be more thank ful for it.

It really felt like God used the reverend father to speak peace to my soul. I just wish and hope it lasts longer.

“Hello...” my dad grabs his phone from his side pocket.

He drops his other hand from the car door and pays attention totally...you can know by barely watching him

He paces forward and his expression is some what intense.

“What hospital?”

If I heard him well, something is definitely up and my consciousness is now at alert.

In few minutes time after ending the call, 

“Cecilia has been admitted...” he announces

I feel my eyes getting heavy and my heart beat rate faster than normal.

I’m having chills off a sudden.

I cant remember when last I saw her and it occurs to me that I sort of ghosted her accidentally.

Ever since school, I hadn’t asked of her and she’s not even called.

How did it just escape me?

Aunty Cecilia is a family friend to my dad...they have history together since they’re from the same village.

She was really of help to his present shine since they crossed path when they were adolescents.

She’s super close to us that if we don’t tell you she’s a family friend you wouldn’t ever think of it.

I feel guilty and bothered.

“What’s going on?” My mum asks with a worried look

“It started with chest pain and later they said she fainted...I’m not really sure yet of her condition now...according to them she complained by past three am” he shakes his head with a worried expression

“Lets go visit then...” my voice is almost like a whisper and slurry

“Yes yes...” he paces back to the car and we all quickly get in, then he pulls out of the garage.

On reaching the hospital, we inform the nurses at the reception desk on who were present for and they refer us to her ward.

I feel so sick to my stomach...Aunty cecelia fucking looks deranged like she’s been starving in the wilderness for forty days and forty nights.

Just a call or text to her could have been of value.

I feel so guilty

Off all people, she loved me irrationally...always giving me money whenever she visited and she always concerned about my academics.

How did this happen to be so bad.

I am lost of words and just stand still.

My tears begin to flow down and I cant control them by just looking at how drips are being fixed on her both hands.

I quickly walk away from the room before I lose it. 

I really cant deal .

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It’s been a relaxing yet a hell of a week for me... from Drew disturbing my mind to staying indoors then seeing my aunty looking like a vegetable on the bed.

Everything really sucks and I wish I could just forget it all and numb my feelings.

But yet, life is more stubborn and throws rubbish at you whenever it pleases.

So much for existing.