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Chapter 17
Happy times
“How can wewe not be happy, this is our first sister-sister tradition in like…ever?” My eleven mwaka old self asked my sister, giving her a look like I thought she was mental.
Dorothy laughed, a huge smile on her face. “Your such a loser Des, we hang out all the time.”
“Not all the time,” I insisted. “And this is the first time we planned this to do and do again every year.”
Dorothy nodded, a sad smile dimming her features. “Every year.”
I was too young and naïve to have noticed back then, but now it’s clear that something was troubling Dorothy even before the mwezi she died. It got me wondering if she was doing those pranks at that time, and if so what prevented her to not hang out with me all the time?
“Every year,” I alisema in a sing-song voice, doing a little twirl and jumping up and down like the giddy school girl I was.
Dorothy grinned, her happy mood returning. “Always.”
I followed us as we went to every store and joked around, seeing us together I was awed at how close we wore, like best Marafiki instead of blood relatives. And I couldn’t help notice the similarities, I noticed then that we did kind of look like mother and daughter, and they way we treated each other made it seem like that. How Dorothy would scold me, au make me wear a lot of dresses, au follow me everywhere, never letting me leave from her sight.
I studied the areas around us, and my sister, her eyes kept on darting back and forth every second. Like she was afraid, au looking for something…or someone. But as I kept looking around no one familiar au sketchy popped up. I followed us as we went into a clothes store, knowing that this was going to take awhile. But I had to be patient, I knew I was going to find something, I had to.
I followed us everywhere, and still nothing. I felt myself get irritated, so instead of following us again I looked around. It was a few dakika after I saw us leave, and nothing was sketchy. I shook my head, feeling a bit down. Just then I heard a buzzing sound, something you’d probably hear when your phone got a text. I looked toward the chanzo to a phone lying on the floor, looking out of place. It was battered, scratches all over, hidden well to not be picked up from a passerby, and I noticed the phone was unlocked inaonyesha me the message.
So far nothing of importance, another time, we can’t involve anyone else. Too risky, abort mission.
I went to pick up the phone but my fingers went through it, I sighed in frustration, forgetting that this was a memory, so I couldn’t get the phone.
A few dakika later a girl walked out of the boutique walking straight to the phone, I could tell her platinum blonde hair was a wig, and her round sunglasses shielded her eyes.
She picked up the phone not even glancing at it as she walked straight towards the bathroom. I followed her immediately, watching as she took the battery out of her phone and washed it down the toilet, then put her phone under the faucet and smashed it to the ground.
I was so shocked and confused, I didn’t notice her leaving, I looked at the now smashed phone. Evidence.
But I pushed my thoughts aside as I ran outside and followed the girl, I was out of breath as she reached toward a sleek black car. I gasped, I remembered seeing that car! It was in the parking lot close to the police station, kwa this restaurant. The girl took off her wig and her black hair fell down, she glanced quickly behind her, before entering the car.
I watched her car with longing as it drove away, I could never follow her, the zaidi I stray from my younger self the zaidi I’m close to getting out of this vision.
Chapter 17
Happy times
“How can wewe not be happy, this is our first sister-sister tradition in like…ever?” My eleven mwaka old self asked my sister, giving her a look like I thought she was mental.
Dorothy laughed, a huge smile on her face. “Your such a loser Des, we hang out all the time.”
“Not all the time,” I insisted. “And this is the first time we planned this to do and do again every year.”
Dorothy nodded, a sad smile dimming her features. “Every year.”
I was too young and naïve to have noticed back then, but now it’s clear that something was troubling Dorothy even before the mwezi she died. It got me wondering if she was doing those pranks at that time, and if so what prevented her to not hang out with me all the time?
“Every year,” I alisema in a sing-song voice, doing a little twirl and jumping up and down like the giddy school girl I was.
Dorothy grinned, her happy mood returning. “Always.”
I followed us as we went to every store and joked around, seeing us together I was awed at how close we wore, like best Marafiki instead of blood relatives. And I couldn’t help notice the similarities, I noticed then that we did kind of look like mother and daughter, and they way we treated each other made it seem like that. How Dorothy would scold me, au make me wear a lot of dresses, au follow me everywhere, never letting me leave from her sight.
I studied the areas around us, and my sister, her eyes kept on darting back and forth every second. Like she was afraid, au looking for something…or someone. But as I kept looking around no one familiar au sketchy popped up. I followed us as we went into a clothes store, knowing that this was going to take awhile. But I had to be patient, I knew I was going to find something, I had to.
I followed us everywhere, and still nothing. I felt myself get irritated, so instead of following us again I looked around. It was a few dakika after I saw us leave, and nothing was sketchy. I shook my head, feeling a bit down. Just then I heard a buzzing sound, something you’d probably hear when your phone got a text. I looked toward the chanzo to a phone lying on the floor, looking out of place. It was battered, scratches all over, hidden well to not be picked up from a passerby, and I noticed the phone was unlocked inaonyesha me the message.
So far nothing of importance, another time, we can’t involve anyone else. Too risky, abort mission.
I went to pick up the phone but my fingers went through it, I sighed in frustration, forgetting that this was a memory, so I couldn’t get the phone.
A few dakika later a girl walked out of the boutique walking straight to the phone, I could tell her platinum blonde hair was a wig, and her round sunglasses shielded her eyes.
She picked up the phone not even glancing at it as she walked straight towards the bathroom. I followed her immediately, watching as she took the battery out of her phone and washed it down the toilet, then put her phone under the faucet and smashed it to the ground.
I was so shocked and confused, I didn’t notice her leaving, I looked at the now smashed phone. Evidence.
But I pushed my thoughts aside as I ran outside and followed the girl, I was out of breath as she reached toward a sleek black car. I gasped, I remembered seeing that car! It was in the parking lot close to the police station, kwa this restaurant. The girl took off her wig and her black hair fell down, she glanced quickly behind her, before entering the car.
I watched her car with longing as it drove away, I could never follow her, the zaidi I stray from my younger self the zaidi I’m close to getting out of this vision.
Anger
Nothing but anger
I should have listened to Mama
She knew best
I didn't listen to her
Yes Mama, they all laughed at me.
The blood.
Everyone jeering and cheering
Just like in the locker room
The pig's blood on the dress I made.
The laughter.
Their ear splitting and cruel laughter.
I start to cry
Tommy yells at them, telling them to stop.
The bucket falls down and he lays there unconscious.
The lights turn red.
Still laughter.
They tried going out the door
I trapped them all inside with only my mind.
The hose unwrapped from the emergency glass.
I turn up the water pressure.
They all scream.
Electrical wiring
The fires
I did it
The town I grew up in
Damaged and destroyed.
All from my mind.
I go home
I go inside.
And I wake up
In a pile of stones from the sky.
All from my mind.
This destruction I caused.
They laugh at me no more.
Nothing but anger
I should have listened to Mama
She knew best
I didn't listen to her
Yes Mama, they all laughed at me.
The blood.
Everyone jeering and cheering
Just like in the locker room
The pig's blood on the dress I made.
The laughter.
Their ear splitting and cruel laughter.
I start to cry
Tommy yells at them, telling them to stop.
The bucket falls down and he lays there unconscious.
The lights turn red.
Still laughter.
They tried going out the door
I trapped them all inside with only my mind.
The hose unwrapped from the emergency glass.
I turn up the water pressure.
They all scream.
Electrical wiring
The fires
I did it
The town I grew up in
Damaged and destroyed.
All from my mind.
I go home
I go inside.
And I wake up
In a pile of stones from the sky.
All from my mind.
This destruction I caused.
They laugh at me no more.