Peace at Last?

She ran to me and brought me down.

I can't die because of her.

She brought me back to life though I was still trying to get my breath.

I was placed on the bed and the next thing I got was slaps to my face. She raged in anger and kept on hitting me.

I simply gave a smile because both ways at least I would go.

"What haven't I done for you?" She kept screaming those words and hitting me some more.

My face got bruised but I didn't really feel the pain.

I spat out blood, I could not believe it was my own mother doing this to me.

She screamed out loud and let me go.

"So you think I would allow you die? I have negotiated with death. You can't die!" She took the rope and left the room.

At that point I was so wounded on my face and my whole body weak, that I could not even stand up.

No strength to rely on.

I hate this life.

Tears, Pains, Sadness.

Broken, everything I am is just sad.

I laid on the bed in my pain but I couldn't understand how it feels anymore to be in pain.

If pain have words I think mine would write an encyclopedia.

If tears was a family I would be the only descendent.

I gazed at the ceiling and I could not barely have a clear sight of anything.

How did I get to this point, i tried to wipe the tears on my face but I couldn't even touch my face.

I was in so much pain and I could feel another scratch on my face.

I smiled at myself I was so used to scars; I think I am now a scar.

I was expecting the voices to begin again but they didn't come this time. Everywhere was silent like a grave yard.

She walked into the room and came with a first aid kit. Apparently I was bruised and I needed clean up.

She looked at my face, "why would you allow Mama to this to you, I don't like hurting you" she wiped up a scar on my cheek.

I felt bad allowing her touch me, how can the same hand that caused the pain cure the pain?

I stayed just allowing her do what she wanted.

I looked at her and all I could ask is where did it all go wrong.

I need to know.

The fact Joshua could leave me at this my present state made me wonder who is there to trust.

I had no money on me and I could already hear the dragon in my stomach shouting.

What will I eat, come to think of it where are my dad's friends and family?

Or hasn't anyone heard about the accident?

For one thing I am certain of, my dad is well known around the area, so why hasn't anyone showed up.

I sat on a seat and rested my head against the wall. Alot of questions i have no answered to.

One big question now is who is paying for my dad's treatment?

The room he is in isn't quite the normal one. And this hospital is quite on the high side.

"Miss Daisy, meet Mrs Shalom" the nurse attending to my dad brought me back to consciousness.

She was showing a woman to me who I didn't know.

"Who is she?" I was not ready for any explanation.

"She is the one who has been paying for your dad's treatment since he got here.

"Are you serious!!" I was ready to go on my knees to say thank you to this good Samaritan.

"No need to thank me" she spoke trying to stop me from kneeling.

Wait!

I have heard that voice before.

My mind was over the place, I knew the voice wasn't new to me but we have never met before.

From where?

School, Church, Home?

Where!

"I am glad your dad is ok, most especially you, I was worried about you; as no one had any idea of your whereabouts"

I know I have heard this voice but from where!

"Thank you ma" I was still trying to decode it.

Then I remembered where.

The kidnapping!

Rakas boss who I never saw.

No, that's not possible.

How can she be the woman.

That woman spoke with no heart at all.

But the voices are so alike.

Am I standing in front of a killer or a helper?

"Miss Daisy are you okay" the nurse who stood by our side observed my mood swing.

"I am fine, sorry ma please how are you related to my family" I could not keep silent any longer.

"Well I am your mother's best friend. We have been friends since childhood so I know you well" A best friend I never heard about; this sounded fishy to me.