My Last – NINIH ANITA

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I laid helplessly, in the pool of my own blood, on my bed. I felt weak, I was losing my strength. I had so many things to say but there was no voice. I saw my brother beside me with tears running down his cheeks. His eyes were filled with shock-pain. If he had the power to save me, he would do it without thinking twice. I felt pity for him. I am dying and there’s nothing anyone could do. I was his mother and friend, apart from being his sister. A tear ran down from my left eye not because I was in pains but because I could not save myself for him.

Standing in front of me was my father and my lover, Dede. Dede is a very close friend to my father. The fact is, they are best friends – my father just didn’t accept that fact. I fell in love with Dede five months ago, when my ex, broke up with me. It was like a dream when we fell in love. It was planned and I never and would ever regret it. Dede loved me like no other. He never puts anything above me, not even his family and I loved him the way he was. Age was not a barrier. Yeah, call me crazy. I would forever cherish those moments with him. Talking of moments, I just had the most memorable one before my death.

My father was still holding the gun that shot me, well I am not dead yet but I will be, soon. I prayed deep within, to God, to give me strength, the last I would ever have. I opened my eyes and raised my right hand. It was staggering in the air but I still managed. I placed it on my brother’s head that was buried in my side. He raised his head up with ease and looked at me. A smile lit my face, but it was mixed with pain. “I love you, so much. Bell, please be strong,” I said, almost in a whisper.

“You can’t go now. I lost mum, I don’t want to lose you too. How would I survive?” he tried to explain.

“My darling, you would always survive. I can’t help it…” my voice was beginning to go faint again. “I…I… would look after you and pray for you…wherever I go from here. Please, please be strong for me…” my voice seized. I felt cold. I couldn’t feel myself anymore. My eyes gently closed.

“Edem please…please don’t do this. Wake up…” I could hear Bell scream my name as he begged me to wake up. His voice began to go faint, till I heard it no more.

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PenAStory is a group of young individuals with a passion for literature who have decided to come together to write under one platform. We seek to educate, inform as well as entertain our readers. Also, because we are targeting young literature lovers, we would like to touch on other interests of their lives hence the relationship category and because we all need a bit of motivation in our lives, we decided inspiration won't be so bad
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One Response to My Last – NINIH ANITA

  1. Miss splendour says:

    Kikikiki , so na spirit write this story, anywaiz rip

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