Tissues for my issues

Tissues for my issues

For three years I was incarcerated in an environment I didn’t choose to be in and wasn’t fit for my purpose. I felt like a robot. Did the same things every day at the same time. I listened a lot and said little. I love watching the news, I became very observant of my surroundings, and people around me both young and old didn’t realise I existed. I felt invisible and I loved it. That was when I began understanding my purpose in this life because I was let back into society, but this time to some rich white parents. So I thought with all the luxury around me, you know, we lived in a mansion, had a fleet of exclusive cars, yacht parties, helicopter, and private jet trips, I was living the life. A whole ordinary me. I was not happy within, but I really enjoyed the moment. Remember I am supposed to be mad because of the things I have gone through in life.

After 6 months of living this newly acquired lifestyle, that I am now getting used to, made me feel untouchable. I forgot where I came from very quickly. I forgot who I was and what I am suppose to be. It was during a quiet moment, whilst I was lying down on the porch in the back garden near the pool, that I overheard my new Mum talking on the phone crying and begging desperately. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I go up from lying down. The moment my new Mum saw me, she held a gun to her head and immediately pulled the trigger. Before I could do anything, it was like a flash. My new Dad was there and he was laughing over his wife’s dead body. He then picked up the gun, observed it for a while before pointing the gun at me. He squeezed the trigger whilst pointing the gun at me a few times before he continued and said, “Stupid woman. I made her believe we are broke. She couldn’t take it and killed herself.”

He started laughing again then choked and was gasping for air. He then said, “I think she fed me poison in that drink.” He dropped dead immediately and I was scared to call the police, but I called them anyway. Whilst waiting for the police, I started having flashback of my parents and now these parents. Just as I thought of running away, the Police were just getting here without my knowledge, pointing their guns at me shouting, “put your hands up where I can see them boy or I will shoot.”

To be continued and completed next week

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