A ghost and a possessed. The two victims of each other's manipulation. Lola, a high school introverted and peculiar girl, and Mila, a... well... I rather not say. Join me on this exciting ride as we unravel hidden secrets between characters in this story.
'I am the deepest introvert ever. And when I say 'the deepest', I mean the deepest type ever. I don't have friends, I hate making one. I can't even associate with people. I guess this is a trauma from what I experienced from my stepmother. The only friend I can say I have is my roommate, but you can't really call her a friend. She is like the biggest snub ever.
The only sentence she had ever said to me was, 'Hello, I am Mila and I am your new roommate.' That was it. And I thought it was very formal. But what do I, the biggest wallflower know about formality and informality?
I am never at ease with not only strangers but everyone and... everything! I can't even look people in the eyes because when I do, they say I stare too much and scold me for it. 'You are being disrespectful!' They say. But there are some that pretend not to notice and just ignore me. I call that disrespectful!
Now less about me, let's move on to my parent. My stepmother, my enemy after the devil is the worst person you had ever wished to meet. She HATES me so much and likewise me. We both have that mutual understanding.
What about my biological mother? My mother died when I was fourteen. I was in Junior Secondary School Three then and it was one of the worst days of my life. My second worst, I would love to keep that a secret.
The death of my mother made my father so depressed it gave him health issues, he was close to dying.
I was so scared. I just lost my mum, I didn't want to lose my dad too. I didn't want to be an orphan, the thought of that frightened me. I could begin to imagine the dreadful things that would occur in my life if that happened. I was a second close to getting into a depression as well.
I have read stories, and I know the lives of orphans aren't rosy at all. It is probably the worst thing that could happen life. This is my preference though as Mila thinks otherwise.
I know I said being an orphan is the worst. Well... it is, but I rather be an orphan than have a stepmother.
In Disney stories and some others, stepmothers can be your very nightmare. But then, I have also seen some stepmothers who were very nice to their stepkids. I thought mine would be the same. And it was... at first.
Am I forgetting something... Oh, my name is Lola by the way and I used to be a very kind-hearted girl. Note; 'Used to'.
When my mum died, my dad was very sad, he actually fell into a coma. This was very unbelievable on my part and I wondered how he could love her that much but forget about me, his daughter.
My dad remained in the state of half dead, half alive for two whole weeks. Those weeks were dreadful. I had families and friends come to greet and console me. 'Don't worry, your dad will be fine and your mum is in a better place. It will all be okay?' They told me.
I looked into the faces of the families I rarely or never met. 'You will be fine.' They kept on saying the words that still make my ears bleed today.
It was never okay and I will never be fine. Not in this world and definitely not in that hereafter.
When my dad finally woke up from his deep slumber, he acted like he was a living dead. I reasoned he needed another woman in his life and I needed another mother. I told my father to get another wife, no, I begged for it.
And my dad who loves to make his mother happy agreed to my request. He got married to my mow stepmother- Olivia. They had both narrated back then that they used to be College friends. Olivia was also a single mum with two daughters, Maria and Maya. Maria is the older one whilst Maya and I are agemates.
Olivia was nice to me for the first few months, I loved her. But then suddenly, she changed. She sent me away from my big room upstairs to the store room on the ground floor. The store room which is now my room is the worst room ever. You could mistake it for a toilet, only it was slightly bigger and neater, with no toilet, sink or bathtub of course.
The room is very rough, not my fault though. I had to store all my stuff, the little ones out of the lot I had in the small room. The room is a very dark one with no window and a lightbulb.
The only source of light I managed was the one I brought with the money my dad gave to me before he travelled abroad. And we all know the issue with Nigeria's electricity. You have to beg the ones in charge like gods before we have the right to electricity. So, I mostly slept in the dark. This made pests have their way in my room.
I think Olivia's hostility kind of got into my head that it made me think I could conserve with these animals. I have had them sleep with me for years and I talk and share my thoughts with them, the way I should do to humans.
Sometimes, I'd be like, 'Tom, those are my books, get away from them.' To a rat that was chewing away my notes.
And sometimes, 'Jerry, would you stop disturbing Tom? Do you think this is some cartoon?'
'Priscilla' stop singing love song in my ears!' That I'd say to a mosquito. And I'd giggle silly at my behaviour. I know what you are thinking, but this was all just for fun to scare Olivia because Priscilla can't suck on me anymore. I'm immune!
Though Olivia hates me, she had once taken me to a psychologist to check if I was okay. She said she didn't want to keep a 'were' in her home.
Call me weird I wouldn't deny it, I also think so. I think I would win the award of the weirdest person ever. I hope they give one out.
Maria and Maya are also thorns in the skin. They made life a hell for me and I couldn't even stand up for myself. I'm trying to think of a way to teach them a lesson. The maltreatment is just too much.
I hate staying at home. The school is the one place I am comfortable in; that I mean my hostel, in my room, on my bed.
Holidays are also things I despise. It means going home and thus is one of the times. We are fast approaching the examination period. Then after the exams is the school vacation. The examination would start in a few weeks and I am already dreading it.
I sluggishly drag myself from the bed from the loud horn. I have never really gotten used to this sound used as an alarm. Groaning, I sit up roughly whilst cursing at the person who came up with the idea to wake us up that way.
My eyes dart around the room and to my roommate who is still lying on her bed on the other side of the room. I didn't even bother to wake her up, she is always like that.
Once, I tried to be a nice roommate and talk to her when she was very moody. I was very embarrassed at the outcome.
Mila became my roommate in the third term of Junior Secondary School Three. Apart from her first introduction, we never talked about anything, I repeat anything.
I was cool with it for a while but then I got tired. I get we were both shy and introverts but come on! We were together in the same room and not even the simplest conversation of 'hi' was said between us. I decided to try to talk to her, maybe she was a very shy person, even more than me, I'd thought.
I hatched my plan carefully whilst patiently waiting for the right time. I memorised all of her classes and free periods by heart. And then on one Thursday evening, after our daily activities, she was extremely moody. She had her head buried between her knees as she sat on the bed.
I sat on my reading table in my corner of the room and stared at her cautiously.
Mila would occasionally clutch her head tight, I noticed. And she was doing the same that day. She muttered some words scattering her already loose hair.
'Good evening Mila.' I said from my side. My voice came out softly.
She didn't say anything or move her body. I moved to her side and knelt beside her bed.
'Mila?' I leaned my body closer to her whilst knees were still on the floor.
Standing up from my knees, I leaned my body further to look behind her. She was trembling so badly. On top of that, she was pulling her hair and there were strands behind her. I picked one up. I wondered if it was a disease or something.
She raised her head and leaned her neck backwards to stare at me directly. Her back arched forward and her head tilted backwards more. Now she was able to look at me, straight in the eyes. I looked at her impossible position. I can never do that, I'm still impressed.
She hissed at me through her teeth and I backed away. 'Did she just act like that scary cat from home?' I had wondered. She eventually sat back properly and looked away, without a word.
'Are you okay?' I touched her but she quickly snapped her head at me having a wild look.
I felt weird immediately after I made contact with her like my hand was sinking in.
'What are you doing?!' She growled.
Ah... now I remember. She did talk to me, but I guess my brain chose to ignore those moments.
I moved away from her in fright. What was that feeling? The slight giddy feeling? How was that possible?
'The day you ever touch me again, you will regret it... nnrrgh!' She growled in my face at the end, folding her two fists, with eyes wide with anger. She left afterwards, slamming the door shut.
I had never felt so embarrassed at that moment and some sort of feeling sparked in me. I felt a pang of anger in my heart.
So do you now understand why I don't ever wanna reach out-'
'Ugh! Watch it!' A girl with long braids yells as she crosses her leg with mine making my entire body tilt backwards.
Chuckles is heard all around me as I fall on my butt. It sinks a little into the soft sand before I quickly rise back up.
'You are so weird!' The girl groans as she eyes me like I have grown a third eye.
'That's why nicknamed her Wallflower.'
'Eeew! The rat is still on her shoulder.'
'Sick...' The girl's smirk disappears as she listens to the comments before looking at my shoulder with horrified eyes.
'This is a prestigious school. You are disgracing us!' Her index finger went closer to her nose and she took a few steps away from me.
They are right. I smile, as I look at the rat on my shoulder. This is Tom- my only animal friend and comrade. We are partners in crime. It's the only thing that understands me better.
'What makes her mad is how she smiles despite all our insults. And she gives no damn reply too. Only talks to herself.' A junior steps forward as he says.
'Yeah... what is she even saying?'
'Who cares... but, I heard she is possessed.'
'No, she is a witch. She is giving messages to their Queen.'
The murmurs continues simultaneously. But I hear them all, it's not like I can do anything but listen. I stand no chance against them. But then... I hate the spotlight. Everyone's attention is on me I can't slip away.
'Let's just move to class and avoid her. She's a plague. The last time I made contacts with her by mistake, I got into trouble for the whole week.' A boy mutters as he continously wipes his shirt.
'That's no proof that she was the cause.' The braided girl scoffs as they walk away in groups.
'Oh Bimbo! Just admit you her scared since you made contacts!' A girl snickers as she goes on to tease Bimbo all the way to class.
I heave out a sign of relief. Finally... they are all gone. It's very disturbing to have them all gather around me like that. They laugh and insult me, they carry wrong rumours about me. Most try their best to avoid me though. They believe I am some kind of badluck or something. I don't mind much since it means less interaction with them.
I feel some movement behind me but I ignore it as I slowly walk my way to class.
In a few seconds, goosebumps appears on my skin as a voice says says, 'You know, even if you are a total wierdo, you don't need to show it out. Why do you keep murmuring?'
I am not great with voice
*growls and hisses!
'STOP SAYING YOUR THOUGHTS OUT!' The voice snaps as I turb in frught to look at my roommate watching me with red glaring eyes.
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