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Àdàññé Çhísóm Nigeria
Writer @ AAUA
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In Mental Health 2 min read
DEADLY WHISPER 2
<p>You know that feeling when it feels like you’re standing against the whole world?</p><p><br/></p><p>That was exactly how I felt.</p><p><br/></p><p>After leaving Oja Oba, I went straight home. I boarded a bike, hoping the wind would clear my head, hoping the nightmare would finally leave me alone.</p><p><br/></p><p>But I was wrong.</p><p><br/></p><p>The moment I reached my house and placed my hand on the doorknob, I perceived it again.</p><p><br/></p><p>That familiar scent.</p><p><br/></p><p>My stomach twisted violently. My vision blurred, and I felt dizzy. I covered my mouth as the urge to vomit overwhelmed me.</p><p><br/></p><p>No.</p><p><br/></p><p>Not again.</p><p><br/></p><p>Then I heard it.</p><p><br/></p><p>A voice.</p><p><br/></p><p>Faint at first, but clear enough to freeze my blood.</p><p><br/></p><p>“You think you can just leave me and think you will ever be at rest?”</p><p><br/></p><p>A pause.</p><p><br/></p><p>“Neverrrrr…”</p><p><br/></p><p>My head started pounding.</p><p><br/></p><p>And then, like a door being forced open, the memory came rushing back.</p><p><br/></p><p>That night.</p><p><br/></p><p>The whispering of the birds sounded louder than usual. It wasn’t a beautiful sound; it was painful… almost like they were mourning with me.</p><p><br/></p><p>The air was freezing cold. My legs felt weak, and I could barely walk.</p><p><br/></p><p>Yes…</p><p><br/></p><p>I had just given birth to a baby.</p><p><br/></p><p>I held the infant tightly against my chest, staring at the tiny face that looked so innocent.</p><p><br/></p><p>The birds around the stream sang sadly.</p><p><br/></p><p>And I could have sworn I heard them.</p><p><br/></p><p>“Don’t do this… please.”</p><p><br/></p><p>“Don’t…”</p><p><br/></p><p>My footsteps slowed as I approached the stream. Fear gripped my heart, and I looked around, hoping someone would stop me.</p><p><br/></p><p>But nobody came.</p><p><br/></p><p>I looked down at my baby one last time.</p><p><br/></p><p>Damn.</p><p><br/></p><p>He was so innocent.</p><p><br/></p><p>So perfect.</p><p><br/></p><p>But I couldn’t keep him.</p><p><br/></p><p>With tears running down my face, I placed him there and ran.</p><p><br/></p><p>I ran without looking back.</p><p><br/></p><p>Even when his faint cries followed me.</p><p><br/></p><p>Even when my heart screamed at me to return.</p><p><br/></p><p>I kept running.</p><p><br/></p><p>But I never truly escaped.</p><p><br/></p><p>Because that voice…</p><p><br/></p><p>That whisper…</p><p><br/></p><p>Has followed me ever since.</p>

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