After It Happened novel Chapter 9

15th March, 2018

Danielle,

I'm so so sorry for not talking (or should I say writing) to you all this while. I've been so busy and stressed out. For the past three weeks, I've found myself falling asleep on my desk earning painful neck cramps and I barely got up to three hours of sleep. I'm sure I've even lost weight plus I now look like a zombie with terrible dark bags and red, puffy eyes.

Well, awesome news! I finally wrote the stupid exam that has been plaguing me for so long. And better still, the exams were not as difficult as I thought they would be. I'm positive I didn't do so bad. At least I can get my much needed sleep today.

One major exam, check! I just need to wait for the results which will be released in a few days.

Ciao! My sweet bed is calling me.

Kelechi

For someone who is always indifferent, I sure took my JAMB exam seriously. My classmates' anxieties must have rubbed off on me or maybe it was the nagging my mom gave me.

I couldn't care less when that annoying man kept on forcing me to read just because his equally annoying and prissy daughter is always holed up in her room reading. She was probably doing something else in there and putting up a facade for her father because the Camille I know at school and the one at home are two different people. That was their business though, not mine.

Olanna, my Olanna, was lost the day I walked out of her life. I still remember how I had begged my driver to take me to her house only to be shut out. As much as I needed to comfort her, I also needed her comfort, but she slammed the door in my face claiming I came too late. Twenty-four hours was too late. I had sobbed like a baby in front of her door for hours before leaving.

I had lost one part of me that day and another part a week later. They left me beyond crushed that I wonder how I survived. Yeah, I almost didn't. I remember how I lived my life regretting and hating her, then forgiving her. She was in a worse position than me after all.

Forgetting about sleep, I log into Facebook and search Olanna Abioye, but I don't find her. I'd almost forgotten that she went by the name Denise now. After searching under the name Denise Abioye, I finally find her. The girl I see scares me. She's not the girl I know. I had an idea that she would be different, but this is too different. Olanna was sweet with an innocent aura. Denise screams dangerous.

Her major scene is the party scene. To a stranger's eye, Denise could be labeled, dare I say it, a slut thanks to how she's always dangerously close to the male gender and her revealing clothes. Were her guardians aware of this or they didn't pay attention to her? The girl really needed help. No matter how much I wanted to play saviour, it wasn't my call. Denise doesn't need me.