All Chapters of Beneath her Facade: Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

JAMEELAI struggled with the ropes holding me down on the bed. My was head pounding more and more with each movement but I still struggled, I had too, I had to get out from here, now. Everything was so dark and blurry, the darkness was closing in on me, I felt it choking me. The shadows were everywhere, surrounding me, overwhelming me, my fear was rising by the second and I felt the bile rising up my throat. I had to get out. I struggled even more with the ropes holding me down in a bid to free myself from the darkness but the more I struggled the more it enveloped itself around me, enclosing and overwhelming, mocking at my helplessness. My panic was beyond leaps and bounds by now and I felt my skin crawling with it. My mind knew there was no escape but my body tried to find a way, tried to break free of the ropes on my hands and feet bruising them in the process. My struggles did nothing to save me just weakened my

JAMILMonday came sooner than expected, urghhh. I don't know how I'm going write that test seeing as I was barely able to read and understand anything, urghhhh. I was currently in class trying to go through my biology as that was the first subject we had this morning but my mind kept wandering and won't stay focused on the biology no matter how hard I tried. I ended up giving up and let my raging thoughts reign free. Mum's headache persisted and didn't let her be, she said it was just rest she needed but I didn't think so, headaches don't way her down the way this particular one was holding her down. I asked her to get a check up or something but she didn't listen to me at first but I guess when she saw my persistence she changed her mind and said she would go for a check up. She said she went and the results showed that it was malaria, that wicked sickness. She took a couple of drugs that were prescribed for her by her doctor an

JAMILWe don't care what they say, no way, no way???And we will live the empty chairs to those who say we can't sit there???We are fine all by ourselves???Woah Jamsi can sing, I did not see that coming, who would have thought that the girl who barely spoke had such a strong powerful voice, so beautiful. Leaning my shoulders on the door I let her beautiful voice wrap itself around my senses, consuming me, let it drown me in the pure beauty and pleasure of it. I didn't bother going in since she was apparently scared of me for some reason and I didn't want a repeat of what happened this morning so I stood there by the door unnoticed by her basking in the pure melody and symphony of her voice.So hey, we brought our drums and this is how we dance???No mistakin', we make our breaks, if you d