Chapter 21: SEE"Yours truly, Your dearest Uncle, Jonathan" he concluded, dropping his pen, closing his jotter and slipping it under his bed. He was about to take short nap before "the moment" when…"Jonathan. The suited-up guard called, knocking on his cell. "It's time" He remarked with a serious countenanceWithout a fuss or argument, he slowly sat back up, walked towards the opening of the cell, and put his hands through the bar, as if to say, "cuff me". And that's exactly what the guard did, pretty reluctantly too."Odogwu! Odogwu! Odogwu!" the other prisoners in their respective cells kept chanting the popular Nigerian praise as the tall, dark, 'cyclops' gradually made his way down the prison to the 'site' where he was to be executed. Chains on both his hands and feet, a long, unkept, almost dreadlock-looking hair, and a pinkish glow to his right eye. This indeed looked like a monster of a man. As he gradually made his way to the guillotine, he slowly took what was definitely one

Chapter 23: Realms“Robert where the hell have you been? I’ve been screaming like a mad woman all over the fucking office. Running up and down just looking for your ass.”“It was lunch time and I went to get off a li—”“Shut the hell up. Are you trying to get your punk ass fired right now? Cause I can make it happen. I can make that call right fucking now and have your ass out of here in next to no time.” He stared at her for what seemed like eternity but what was actually about five seconds. He didn’t even know what to do at this point in time. Shove a foot up her ass, make her eat her own words or stab her with one of the syringes that laid on her table. All this in five seconds, and in truth, he was about to let his tongue fly till he saw Olivia walk past, a number of steps behind ever paranoid Keyla. She didn’t even stop to glance at him. Probably didn’t even notice his frustrated figure, but my did he take his time to notice her. Light-skinned black and about sixty kilograms of p

Chapter 25: Just Hold On, We’re Going Home"Okay guys, let's begin to wrap it up. It's getting late outside, and it looks like a storm is not too far away either" the store manager said, trying to rush everybody out of the lab before the rain and the night dawned on the island. He noticed Robert looking a little slow and sluggish in packing up his stuff. And considering his "stuff" was merely his new lab coat, and his 'drugs' for his usual panic attacks, as he would often refer to them, he was definitely taking his time. "Robert!" he chimed in an enthusiastic voice, much to Robert's disgust, though he didn't make that overtly visual. "Mr. Morale" he replied, not even bothering with returning the same energy. "Ouu who told you my name?" he smiled, trying to reach for a handshake."Just asked around" he replied, forcing himself to participate in the uncomfortable handshake. "That's very social of you. So how was your first day at work?" "Well… he looked at Keyla who was giving him

Chapter 27: Dear SisterFor a couple minutes, she just sat on the couch with the living room lights on. Not really paying attention to much and in all honesty, not really caring that much about it either. She couldn’t really fathom what she felt at this point in time. But whatever it was, it looked grim and painful. Still awake in this nighttime nightmare, she decided to conform to sleep, maybe that would take the pain away. “It might not work, but there’s no pain in trying” she thought to herself adjusting the lavender pillows on the long couch. Just as she was about to close her eyes and ‘lay her hair down’ for a minute, she heard a bustling sound coming from the kitchen. At first, she wasn’t at all bothered. It could be either Raymond or Mia coming down for a midnight snack, so she didn’t give much thought to it. However, when the noise only grew louder and louder like someone was struggling with something, she decided to check It out.“Maya? Ray Ray” she said, walking out of the

Chapter 29: ComaThe flashing fluorescents, the echoes and cries of pain and blood. The 'oh my God's' and 'Lord have mercy's'. It was all too much too handle, especially at one go. He was dangling between the ever-swinging pendulum of death and life, consciousness and lifelessness. He wasn't sure of what exactly was happening, but from time to time, he'd hear pieces, fragments of what was going on outside and revolving around his dilemma."Get him to the ER right now…*"He's losing a lot of blood, we need to operate on him right now…""Are you sure we can do this?""We have to…""He's going to be out cold for a while Miss Olivia you'll have to be more patient with us, and with him…""Robert please, open your eyes…" “I’m sorry ma’am. But I’m afraid he might never be able to—"Those sounds and fractions of conversations kept bouncing off the walls of his head. Re-occurring with every passing moment. He gradually began to feel like a spectator to his thoughts.Every single string of con