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Moon Whisper 🌙✍️🔥 Nigeria
Songwriter, Poet, Storywriter
In Mental Health 4 min read
TALES OF TORIA
<p><br/></p><p>Chapter One: The Girl They Named Misfortune</p><p>Toria did not remember the day she was born, but she grew up hearing its echo.</p><p>It was whispered in arguments.</p><p>Thrown casually in anger.</p><p>Wrapped in silence at the dinner table.</p><p>Before her, there was wealth.</p><p>After her, there was struggle.</p><p>And somehow</p><p>in a house full of grown people</p><p>they decided a child carried the weight of that coincidence.</p><p>Toria was the second born in a family of five children. Annie, her elder sister, walked like sunlight bright, admired, impossible to ignore. Chris and Precious, the younger ones, were laughter and softness, embraced easily.</p><p>But Toria?</p><p>Toria was a shadow that lived in the same house.</p><p>She learned early that love in her family was not evenly distributed. It was measured. Weighed. Given with conditions she never seemed to meet.</p><p>When she fell sick, her mother would sigh, not with concern, but with irritation.</p><p>“Stop pretending.”</p><p>Even pain had to prove itself in that house.</p><p>And so, Toria grew like a flower planted in dry soil, stretching toward a sun that never quite reached her.</p><p>School was supposed to be different.</p><p>A fresh start.</p><p>A place where names did not carry history.</p><p>But life, it seemed, had a way of repeating itself.</p><p>At Almater Junior Secondary School, Toria entered JSS1 quietly, hoping invisibility would protect her.</p><p>Her sister Annie was already a legend there Head Girl, perfect, admired. Teachers spoke her name like a standard, a measuring tape.</p><p>And soon, Toria realized she wasn’t just a student.</p><p>She was a comparison.</p><p>“You can’t even be like your sister?”</p><p>The words followed her like a stubborn shadow.</p><p>Still, she found something that felt like belonging.</p><p>Mary. Sharon. Titi.</p><p>Three girls who laughed loudly, shared secrets, and pulled Toria into their circle like she finally mattered.</p><p>For a while, it felt real.</p><p>Like maybe just maybe life was giving her a small piece of kindness.</p><p>But kindness, in Toria’s life, often came dressed as something else.</p><p>One afternoon, everything shattered.</p><p>A notebook.</p><p>A teacher’s voice.</p><p>Four names.</p><p>Punishment fell like rain heavy, sudden, undeserved.</p><p>Except Toria didn’t even know it was raining.</p><p>Inside that notebook were secrets she had never seen, words she had never written, plans she had never imagined. Yet she stood there, accused alongside them, her heart pounding like a trapped bird.</p><p>When the truth came out,when her name was not found,she was freed.</p><p>But freedom did not feel like relief.</p><p>Because that was the day comparison turned into judgment.</p><p>The teachers began.</p><p>“If Annie were here”</p><p>“You’re nothing like your sister.”</p><p>And just like that, Toria lost something she didn’t even realize she still had:</p><p>The belief that she could ever be enough.</p><p>That same week, something else happened.</p><p>Something small.</p><p>Something sharp.</p><p>Something that would stay with her longer than any punishment.</p><p>In a biology class filled with restless students and lazy afternoon heat, the teacher’s voice cut through the room.</p><p>“Toria, stand up.”</p><p>She stood.</p><p>“Are you sure you are not a bastard?”</p><p>The class went silent.</p><p>The words hung in the air heavy, ugly, impossible to take back.</p><p>The teacher didn’t stop.</p><p>“Your siblings are fat. Look at you. Are you premature? Go and ask your mother.”</p><p>Laughter didn’t come.</p><p>Shock did.</p><p>Embarrassment wrapped around Toria like fire burning, invisible, consuming.</p><p>In that moment, she wished she could disappear. Not run. Not hide.</p><p>Just… stop existing.</p><p>Because how do you defend yourself against a question that attacks your very existence?</p><p>That night, she stared at her reflection.</p><p>A body too thin.</p><p>A face too quiet.</p><p>A girl who suddenly looked like a question mark.</p><p>And for the first time, Toria began to believe something dangerous:</p><p>Maybe they are right.</p><p>She stopped eating the way she used to.</p><p>Food lost its meaning.</p><p>Laughter lost its sound.</p><p>And slowly, without announcement, depression settled into her like an uninvited guest who refused to leave.</p><p>But the scariest thing about pain is not when it arrives.</p><p>It’s when it becomes normal.</p><p>And just when Toria thought she had gotten used to being invisible…</p><p>Someone, somewhere, finally saw her.</p><p>A message.</p><p>A notification.</p><p>A name she had never heard before.</p><p>David.</p><p>And for the first time in a long time</p><p>Toria smiled.</p><p>But she didn’t know that the person who made her feel seen… would soon become the reason she wished she was invisible again.</p>

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