The Crave of Death 2 (Mini-series)

The pain was sharp and unlike anything I had ever experienced. Then I shivered and became curious about the sharp wind that brought about this new freezing sensation. ‘Clank clank’, went a sound not so far away. I looked to find metal banging against wood. The wood was the door of a termite-infested cabin and the metal was a rusty old trumpet. This cabin was situated in the heart of the forest with heavy greenery all around. I don’t know why, but I was drawn and could not take my eyes off the door until I heard a sharp noise behind me and I turned.

Rather than seeing more trees, I found myself sitting in a luxuriously furnished living room. I had been transported. I was sitting right next to a middle-aged man who held a pipe in one hand and had the other across my shoulders. He was speaking to me like he knew me and then he told me that I would always be his little princess. Then I found myself giggling and calling him ‘dad’! My mind was confused by how my body could be so familiar to a stranger in a strange environment. 

I tried to stop myself but I couldn’t help it. Almost immediately, a beautiful middle-aged woman waltzed into the room in the most exquisite outfit and started to speak to me. She said that it was time for the fundraiser and as the only child I had to be there. I found myself arguing and then I got up to follow them out of the room.

The father drove, mother sat in the passenger’s chair and I at the back. It seemed like a perfect family which I had supposedly been a part of for 18years, yet I could not recall a thing.

I began to fidget in the back seat. Finally my mind and body were starting to work together. I had burning questions to ask and I was going to do so immediately. As I opened my mouth to query the two strangers who sat in front of me, there was a great force that hit the vehicle and we were sent spiralling down the side of the road into a pit. Almost instantly, I felt hot and then I saw the fire. ‘The car is on fire’, I thought to myself and lost consciousness. 

Next I saw myself in a hospital bed. Then a man came in. He began to mumble a series of words that I could not comprehend. All I heard was, ‘your parents are dead and you’re the only heir, therefore all their wealth belongs to you’. I was still confused and had many questions, but the nurse came in and gave me a shot which made me pass out.

Whilst recuperating, I pondered about my unknown identity. I tried to reach out to the doctors and nurses until a kind nurse told me if I continued so, I would be taken to the psychiatric ward never to be released. So, I shut my mouth on the subject. I shut it for good.

I didn’t want the wealth for it wasn’t truly mine; it had to belong to someone else. It was at that point I decided to give it away. Give to the needy and the poor. Donate to hospitals and schools. As soon as I was discharged from the hospital, I set up a foundation to channel funds to charitable causes. I spent my days at the different shelters and homes. People were happy and so was I. Every now and then I met people who wanted to partner. That’s how I met her.

She came under the guise of wanting to give her wealth to a good cause and as usual I was welcoming. She followed me everywhere. To the shelters, orphanages and charity functions. We spent so much time together and I became curious about her personal life. I then asked her and she told me that she came from a rich home and had lost all her relatives just like me. My heart went out to her. She said that the loneliness drove her into the hands of evil. She said she had done so many terrible things in a bid to console herself but she hit rock bottom. At that point, she cried out for help and help came through me. She heard my story and exploits, found a way to reach me and there we were. She was like a lost pet to me and all I wanted to do was help. Looking back, I wish I had fled.

After a long tiring day of good deeds, we set off to my house. Extremely exhausted, I went straight to bed believing she would let herself out as usual. I was lost deep in sleep but a loud bang jolted me. I sat up on my bed in fear. The house keeper went home every weekend, so I was supposed to be the only one in the house. I was frightened so I took the pistol, which my father willed to me, from my top drawer and went into the hall way. I continued to hear sound and then I started to hear voices. Then I heard her voice. She was speaking to another person, saying that she already had me and all they needed to do was kill me in my sleep and cart away all my belongings. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I felt hurt and betrayed. I was out for blood. All of a sudden, I wanted to protect the wealth I had no interest in a short while ago because I had identified my purpose. I had the urge to kill for it. I was going to kill her before she killed me. As soon as I stepped out of the shadows, they both saw me and my gun. Immediately she reached to the table to get hers but I was faster. I shot her. I shot her in the chest. Her partner lunged towards me and I shot him as well. Shot him dead. Then I shot myself.

TO BE CONTINUED

Oluwaseyi Lawal