mystery_flame

PAINKILLER

I just got my release papers after spending seven years in prison. You might all be wondering why I got in prison. It's that simple. I killed a man for raping me. Now, most people and the court didn't see what I did as self defence because that man was my husband. They thought me cruel and heartless to murder a man who I was supposed to love. I don't blame them because they were actually right but they did not know the full story behind my charade of a marriage. I only blame my parents for selling me off and getting me married against my will. I had just turned eighteen and I wanted to enjoy my adulthood but they ruined my plans. They got me married and I spent the other years in prison. 

I was the only child of my parents and things were not so good for us. I was willing to not go to school in order to help them hustle and provide. But they thought marrying me off would solve our financial needs. I begged and pleaded but they wouldn't listen. And after three months of marriage, I turned a murderer. 

I was willing to leave all that in the past now and start anew. But I couldn't help but wonder if my past was willing to leave me and let me start anew. One way or the other, I knew, that my past was gonna come haunt me. And I don't know if I was prepared or not yet. 

"Victoria Williams?" a female police officer asked me when I got to the counter. 

"Yes ma'am," I replied and nodded. 

I watched her fill out a book and let me sign. She gave me some new clothes and a wallet. Another police officer unlocked my handcuffs and showed me a room to change in. 

I changed quickly and observed myself in a mirror. I had changed a whole lot. All my fat was gone and was replaced by thin skin,  jutting bones and sunken eyes. The new clothes made me presentable to the world I was going to meet and that was satisfactory. I walked out the changing room to the waiting room to be greeted by a small girl who ran and hugged me. 

"Mummy," she said.

MY PAINKILLER

"Are you okay Enola?" I whispered to the tiny, fragile and scared girl that wrapped her arms around me almost like a vice. "Are you being treated well?" I could not help but add.

I fisted my fingers into my hands, it was the only thing that stopped my from pounding my sister into mush.

What ever the loving fuck did she do to the small, energetic child that she became so tiny and scared?

How did it look like my family always ruined things? Especially when it came to Rae? Hust why did it have to happen that way?

A loud whimper from behind Enola brought me out of my reverie and I snapped my head up to look at the boy that had escorted Enola in.

His hands were shaking badly, he kept taking small steps backwards like he could not bear to be where he was, like he could not bear to be,.. near me.

I frowned in confusions what the hell? What did he think I was going to do to Enola?

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