After It Happened

Chapter 9: 8

15th March, 2018

Danielle,

I'm so so sorry for not talking (or should I say writing) to you all this while. I've been so busy and

stressed out. For the past three weeks, I've found myself falling asleep on my desk earning painful

neck cramps and I barely got up to three hours of sleep. I'm sure I've even lost weight plus I now look

like a zombie with terrible dark bags and red, puffy eyes.

Well, awesome news! I finally wrote the stupid exam that has been plaguing me for so long. And better

still, the exams were not as difficult as I thought they would be. I'm positive I didn't do so bad. At least I

can get my much needed sleep today.

One major exam, check! I just need to wait for the results which will be released in a few days.

Ciao! My sweet bed is calling me.

Kelechi

For someone who is always indifferent, I sure took my JAMB exam seriously. My classmates' anxieties

must have rubbed off on me or maybe it was the nagging my mom gave me.

I couldn't care less when that annoying man kept on forcing me to read just because his equally

annoying and prissy daughter is always holed up in her room reading. She was probably doing

something else in there and putting up a facade for her father because the Camille I know at school

and the one at home are two different people. That was their business though, not mine.

I am finally done with the stupid exam and deserve a proper rest seeing as I haven't slept properly in a

long time. I am about to take a visit to dreamworld before my phone buzzes. I groan realizing that I

hadn't turned off my notifications.

I frown slightly when I see the message sent to me.

It's Funmi. Hey. I'm the girl you met at the centre.

With a disinterested click of my tongue, I reply with a simple Hi. The girl had walked up to me after the

exams starting unnecessary conversation. I gave her an audience because not only was she

persistent, but she was also really pretty. Who turns down a pretty face? After talking about things that

sounded like gibberish to me, she convinced me to give her my number which I did.

Turning off my notifications, I try to fall asleep, but my mind chooses to think about my past and what

I'd lost. I miss how everything was - the simple and sweet life I had. I wish none of those things

happened to me or Olanna, but we don't get to choose when death hits us.

Olanna, my Olanna, was lost the day I walked out of her life. I still remember how I had begged my

driver to take me to her house only to be shut out. As much as I needed to comfort her, I also needed

her comfort, but she slammed the door in my face claiming I came too late. Twenty-four hours was too

late. I had sobbed like a baby in front of her door for hours before leaving.

I had lost one part of me that day and another part a week later. They left me beyond crushed that I

wonder how I survived. Yeah, I almost didn't. I remember how I lived my life regretting and hating her,

then forgiving her. She was in a worse position than me after all.

Forgetting about sleep, I log into Facebook and search Olanna Abioye, but I don't find her. I'd almost

forgotten that she went by the name Denise now. After searching under the name Denise Abioye, I

finally find her. The girl I see scares me. She's not the girl I know. I had an idea that she would be

different, but this is too different. Olanna was sweet with an innocent aura. Denise screams dangerous.

Her major scene is the party scene. To a stranger's eye, Denise could be labeled, dare I say it, a slut

thanks to how she's always dangerously close to the male gender and her revealing clothes. Were her

guardians aware of this or they didn't pay attention to her? The girl really needed help. No matter how Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

much I wanted to play saviour, it wasn't my call. Denise doesn't need me.