In a poignant narrative of love, longing, and the tumultuous journey of self-discovery, meet Serwaa a young woman whose pursuit of a brighter future leads her down a path of regret, heartache, and unexpected twists. After turning down a marriage pro...
Hi, it's Serwaa. Remember how I said I was going to leave and never look back, well guess what? I did. Then I got trapped, just here to remind you all to never trust anyone.
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"Answer my question Henry!" Kofi shouted, and Henry wobbled. "You don't trust me?" He asked, he looked genuinely hurt. "You think I have something to do with Serwaa's disappearance?"
"Enough with this act, you are behaving suspicious for Christ sake, why do you have her dress here? Answer that."
"I sincerely apologize, but you should leave Kofi, please." Henry pleaded pacing away from him. He grabbed his car keys and ran out the door leaving Kofi behind.
Kofi was so stupefied. If Henry wasn't guilty why then did he bolt like he was being chased? Kofi stopped to catch his breath after pursuing him half way. Henry drove away so damn fast, it was crazy. You think you know someone, but maybe you just don't.
He went back inside and searched from room to room, trying to find a clue, anything but of course Henry's was locked. He had no option than to leave after finding nothing.
Kofi eagerly wanted to inform Layla about this, then he remembered her wedding was fast approaching so he decided to handle things on his own. "At least someone deserves to be happy." He whimpered throwing his luggage into the trunk of his car.
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For days, I had no idea where I was or why any of this was happening to me. Each time I found the strength to open my eyes, I would feel dizzy and fall back into what seemed like a coma. And this kept happening over and over again.
I had no control or whatsoever over my mind, and body it was pretty exhausting. Although once in a while it seemed as if I had recovered. Yet I was tied up, and trapped in a ghastly place that looked like an asylum.
I couldn't raise my head, nor hands. I had no idea how I managed not to look malodorous. Today was quite okay though, I was able to shuffle my legs after what felt like eternity. I juddered when I saw him moving closer with a tray in his hand again, ready to inject me with that same drug. The one that caused me so much pain, and threw me out of this world. This had become their normal routine; making sure that I never got better.
