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Ami

My parents finally gave up on looking for Efe. The police concluded on her case. Nobody believed that she would come back.

Nobody except me.

My dad pleaded with me saying the police had tried all their best and that I shouldn't put my hopes up on Efe again.

The police concluded that either she was kidnapped or she died.

Efe.

My Efe can never be dead.
The only person who cared for me like my sister couldn't be dead.

That's how all your loved ones will die one by one till you will be alone. And then I will watch you die!

That was the voice ringing in my head. I was going crazy.

She is dead, just like your sister...
You'll always be alone! Hahahaha!

I couldn't take it anymore. Efe was just too close to me to die. I couldn't lose another sister.

Go and die! It said again.

I didn't want to be alone. I didn't want to be lonely. I didn't want to die.

But I wanted Efe back. I wanted my sister back.

I looked at the ceiling fan. It was motionless and still. Just the way my body was going to be in a few minutes.

I snuck outside and loosened a rope from my backyard. I snuck back into my room and grabbed a foot stool. I climbed the stool, my heart beating against my chest knowing the decision I made.

I tied one end of the rope to a fan blade, and I tied the other onto my neck.

I looked at my room one last time and I kicked the stool.

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"Nnamdi, why did Joshua's words hurt you so much?" I asked out of curiosity.

The boy in question looked at me, analysing me. Like he was contemplating if he could tell me. I knew it was a personal topic so he wouldn't give me an immediate answer.

"Well..." He scratched his palm, something I've noticed before if he is nervous.

"My mom was a millionaire in those days. Having everything she ever wanted but love. That was when my father came in, he was a prince charming in her eyes and he wooed her. She fell in love with him and they got married. Then my father started embezzling my mother's wealth on material things and this enraged my mom. She loved him and stayed in the marriage."

He paused, looking at me as if assuring I was listening.

I nodded giving him a go ahead.

"I was three years old when she had enough of my dad's antics. She left him, she left the house, she left...me.
My dad became poor again and went back to my grandmother who was bent on having his life back on track and refused to let him in. But for the sake of her grandson, she let him in. And that's where I lived until this day."

"I-I'm sorry?" I muttered. This was complicating. I guess no matter what you see in life, someone always had it worse than you. At least I got to see my mom everyday. But the funny thing is, we were never close initially.

In fact, I was closer to my dad than my mom. He always told me stores before going to bed, dropped me off at school, bought me goodies when ever I did well in school and always awarded me when I did a good chore at home. We were like twins.

But growing up to become a teenager, I noticed he wasn't as cheerful as before. We were gradually becoming distant. I used to always think that it's because I wasn't a little girl any more.

He started coming home late, easily got annoyed and would end up fighting with my mom. Until he started beating her up. I began to dislike him. Then years later he became the idiot that murdered my mother. And since then, I hated him.

"Don't be." He replied my sort of question.

I smiled and found out that my mouth had a mind of its own.

"Why are you helping me Nnamdi?."
The sentence came out of my mouth like water from a broken tap.

Nnamdi looked at the floor. Not even giving as much as a glance to me when I asked the question. Like he didn't have an answer to it himself.

"I don't know." He spoke.

You don't know? Seriously.

"Why don't you know?" I inquired. My inquisitiveness getting the best of me.

He didn't answer.

I was getting annoyed. Why won't he talk?

"Nnamdi. I want and answer. Why. Are. You. Helping. Me?"

I asked for the third time. Word for word.

"Fine, I'll talk!"

"I'm helping you because I wanted to get away from home. I wanted something to distract me from my reality. I just... Wanted to have some breathing space in my life for once."

So, he just used me like a drug. Getting away from reality. What was I suppose to expect.

"So you were using me? You took advantage of me. You used my distraught against me! And I thought I could rely on you!"

He remained numb. And stared at the sky, like I wasn't even talking to him.

"And I thought that maybe I was starting to like you. I was having feelings for you! I thought you were a good person. But I guess I thought wrong. I guess Joshua was right, people like you don't move with people like me."

He flinched at that and hissed under his breath. My words stung him like a hornet. My loud voice bit him like a snake and venom flowed through his mind.

I felt worse, I felt used, I felt naive, I felt stupid. I got distracted from my main purpose of coming to Abuja.

"Get out of my life! I don't ever want to see you again!" I screamed and ran away from him and he didn't even try to run after me.

Cold tears ran down my face as my heart hardened. I remembered my mom, her death. I remembered running away from Ami. I remembered the love I received from her parents. And I cried.

The sun was down and the evening was quiet. I slumped down in the middle of the road. Never caring if there was a vehicle coming. The tears ran down.

"Efe, it's okay. I'm here."

It was a male voice. I cleaned my eyes and looked at the human In front of me.

"Joshua, what are you doing here?"
I asked amidst tears.

"It doesn't matter. I'm here for you." He said.

He hugged me and whispered soothing words into my ears. Assuring me that everything was gonna be alright.

Hey people.
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