Chapter Eight
CHAPTER EIGHT
A double tragedy had befallen joy. This was a bitter pill to swallow. She was pregnant. She was carrying a child out of wedlock, a child she had no idea whose father it was. Surely God must have abandoned her. Before she could move on from the violation, she was here again with such a terrible revelation. Before her tears could even dry, here it was again streaming down her very tired eyes. Maybe somehow, she had outlived her goodness in this life. Maybe she should just die, or disappear from the surface of the earth. Terrible thoughts swam through her mind. She thought about all the shame that she was going to face in her village. The mockery she was going to suffer from everyone who knew her. She knew she was going to be judged, one way or another. She needed to do something. Take her life before giving them the pleasure of humiliating her for her crisis.
What was it going to be? Poison, hanging, jumping off a cliff, slicing her wrists? She had so many options. It was better to die than bring up a rape child into the world. It had already made a huge scar in her life and it was not going to fade away until she dies. She consoled herself that she was doing this child a favor. It was better than being brought into the world of shame and hatred and bitterness and all other sorts of toxicity. She had already ruined herself and she wasn't going to live further.
With her mind made up that she was going to end her life, she took out some cash, went out to buy pesticide poison, she also passed by a local pub and bought a whole bottle of Hennessy, she was going to celebrate her demise before it finally happens. She was excited about the idea as she walked home. Her moods were so high. The feeling was so comforting, it brought her the kind of peace she had been longing for a very long time. She felt so alive again and decided to go prepare food for her friends for the very last time not because they would miss her but maybe she needed to do this for the last time. Whether they would remember her or not.
She went to the kitchen, prepared spicy rice, sandwiches and salads. Then set up three glasses with a small amount of the Hennessy she had bought earlier. She made sure everything looked appealing as possible then she sat down and poured her glass of Hennessy and clicked the two glasses muttering cheers. She drowned herself on one glass after the other with tears running down her cheeks. This life hated her. She would have loved it if only she could turn back the hands of the clock. She wouldn't go to the pageant. Now see what the cost of knowing the beauty she was blessed or cursed with had turned her into a living ghost.
Seeing she was comfortable enough and now ready to go she took the remaining half a glass and staggered her way to the bedroom. She got to the bathtub fully dressed maybe both the poison and the blade would work faster. She had already set them beside the tub and so she mixed the bottle of poison with her drink and gulped it down feeling it burning her throat downwards as it made its way to the stomach. With that the bottle of poison slipped out of her fingers as empty as used. She could feel the corrosion already somersaulting in her stomach.
She reached for the blade to finally end her misery. Closing her eyes tightly she sliced her left hand on the wrist. An excruciating pain hit her core but she was so determined since she knew it won't be long before she finally gives up the ghost.