“You must kill him” — the mirrored part of me filled with dark and vengeful aura kept repeating this words, demanding for vengeance from my mortal body which was unconscious as a result of shock from the images of rape bombarding my head.
She was in pain. She was bruised outwardly and inwardly. I could read all the dark energy and hunger for vengeance. There was this connection established between us. It felt mutual and I could understand her without the exchange of words.
This form of her was born from my overwhelming pain in real time, from the sorrows gushing out of the inhumane treatment of my uncle's lust. She was the special incarnate nurtured from my unjust woes. But I was in this illusion, being recreated to be prepared to give an eye for an eye to my uncle. To steal that which can't be returned from him too.
After much persuasion. I finally said — “He will pay with his own blood and life”
I was enraged, began to boil and in a flash my clone self turned into a vapor and overshadowed me. Immediately this happened. I woke up from my state of unconsciousness.
The doctors in charge of my resuscitation were surprised. They ponder why I was not responding to the clinical process of snatching me out of my sudden state of faint. Anyways, they reasoned it was my will power to embrace life again that wrought my sudden revival back to life.
My uncle was in the patient reception, when he heard the news of my stability and resuscitation. He was glad. He quickly raced to my ward. He embraced me. He saw tears trickling from my eyes. He tried to speak to me. But I wasn't responding. I froze. I lost my speech during that time. Later, he stopped asking questions.
Shortly the doctor in charge requested my uncle to see him in his office. They had a brief discussion. He exposed to him my silent predicament that instigated what might be the reason for my health crisis. He told him it was more psychologically than physical.
Queried him with questions regarding my private life. The questions were accurate in regards to my unjust suffering and reason of unconsciousness but he was deceitful and lied unapologetically, concealing the gravity of his immoral acts, only to digress into other conversations until the matter died stillbirth
I spent two good days in the hospital and at the end, the reoccurring moments of that illusion came back overwhelming me vividly. It became my medicine. The potion that gave me the strength to get off the hospital bed. I felt strong with the vengeful chanting.
Even when I opened my eyes. It was this personality that I saw. Even when I took my pills, it was this personality I saw. What about when I visited the toilet, took my bath? it was the same thing. This personality became my sweet demon who began to control my life and navigated how I would draw blood from my uncle's life.
Finally, I found myself back home. I was deemed okay by the doctor and got discharged. I was taken home by my uncle to the place where it all started. The place where I will orchestrate his doom. And now the hourglass to destroy him starts a countdown. Inwardly smirking with an evil grin plotting my revenge.
To be continued…..
This is the third part of this story. You can read the first part here and the second part here.
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