I was breathing heavily as i watched  her stand by the door to my room with a kitchen knife in her right hand.
I stood by the far left edge of the wall in my room, standing on my mattress which was on the tiled floor, praying that she would not make another step towards me cause in my hand,was the electric pressing Iron which I wasn't sure I could make use of, if she were to attack me.

Cold tears ran down freely from my cheek down to my neck then into the nighty I was wearing that was completely soaked by now.
I felt bitter,sad, angry and all sort of bad feelings anyone could ever think of.
Emotions I cannot explain washed through me,I felt weak and most of all numb as the things she said about me replayed themselves in my thoughts.

"You are evil, your a witch...yes I know that it's you who wanted to kill me but guess what!my blood is bitter...ehn that pastor that I went to see, said it clearly that it is you that wants me dead but since God has kept me alive,I'll kill you before you kill me....evil girl! devil, devil like you.
Me and you will not sleep today,it's either I kill you or you kill me."

I silently watched as she cursed,insulted and accused me and there was nothing I could do about it.
It was just the two of us.
My dad had traveled while my siblings were in school.
I wondered if our neighbors could hear us.
The night was deep and everywhere silent except for our house.

She yelled,shouted and shouted until I blocked her out.
My things were scattered everywhere in the room.
My box and Ghana must go bag were in the sitting room where she threw them carelessly after threatening that she would get them burnt the next day as she claimed that everything I owned is her money, so for that reason she would do as she wants with them.
I was so helpless,at that point I wished I could just die so she and I will have peace of mind.

As I wondered in my thoughts,she had already come close to me, grabbed my dress, pulled it hard, asking me to take it off of me cause it's also her money.
We successfully took off the dress after so much struggle before she also dragged off the wrapper I was trying to tie, to cover up myself while saying,

"I bought this too."

I finally had to resort to wearing a top and a trouser I bought while in school which was at that time the only asset I bought for myself that was still in my room.

"You are a Devil,witch, you want to kill me and dominate my children,
Who the hell do you think you are,go and tell those that sent you that you couldn't find me....you hear?
Tell them that my blood is bitter."

"Stop! stop!don't come close to me
Please don't come close to me I'm tired already,I'm tired so don't come any closer cause you would force me to do something I don't want to do "

That was me talking as I glued myself further more into the wall but the wall was against me too, cause it kept pushing me back.

" You are holding that Iron to hit me?
You want to hit me with it,
If you dare touch me with that thing I'd go necked  this night,I'll beat my chest and curse you and you will be cursed for the rest of your life."

She spat bitterly before hitting me several times with her fist.
I let go the Iron off my hands,then pushed her away with all my strength until she was out of my room so I jammed the the door as soon as possible.

"Open this door! open this door or I will break it then your Father will come and fix it tomorrow I said open the door now... open this door I said."

She kept banging for God knows how long till she stopped.

I cried and cried and wished I was never born into this world.
I felt like a living dead and I thought I would never ever be happy again in my life.

This is what I go through every night since I came back home from school to take care of my mum who was discharged not long ago from the hospital after receiving treatment for approximately a year and a survived severe high blood pressure.

It's funny but I was too young to understand any of it.
I was just  Nineteen but why would she keep treating me like this?

She's my mum,
I mean my real mum and I look just like her...but I'm tired of everything so I picked my phone to text the one person who understood me better.

Me:I'm tired,I'm going to kill myself.

Mr P:......last seen, two minutes ago.

I didn't wait for the reply.

I went off and the rest is history

I slept off by 5:00 am .

Mr p was online two minutes ago....I wonder what he was doing online early in the morning.

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