I was being discharged today, which is great news since I've been waiting to continue the story of my life with Josy . I would have loved to be fourteen again if it meant to be with Johan again . I wish I could freeze the time I was fourteen . The time I had a friend and a brother. Since I lost Johan I lost my home , my friend, my brother and my only family . Could it be that he got fed up with me or he lost interest in me but there again if my own family left me why won't someone I met not long ago.Thinking of this I did not realize the droplet of water that flowed through my eyes . You never really know how much someone means to you until you loose that person . There is a pain within this heart, My pain within my sadness through my eyes, My eyes are like a burden that you can see right through, No pain I ever felt was that single broken heart that, There is way out of this pain but somehow I can't see it , See the light , the hope ,the happiness I once wanted to feel , Now I ever f
It is hard to get my head around , can you hear the voices behind the shadows?My silent plea, my beggings,the scars on me are telling thier stories. I know its selfish to ask for more but this pain is more than fire. My sorrowed heart only holds one name Johan a person it can't seem to find .Behind the shadows i am told time will heal my wounds and that my grief is worth it .Its hard when you find out that you are not as importante to someone as you thought .Imagine cutting your finger the pain, the brief confusion before you notice the blood . See the light grab it all before you experience the darkness life has in store. "Riley wake up, its morning .'' Josy said holding a plate full of food . ''Here have your breakfast i have something to tell you after.'' Josy thanks for yesterday if you had not been there i dont know what would have happened. ''Its fine we are friends so whats the big deal.'' Thanks again Josy. I finished eating my food and followed Josy to where she was taken me
I knocked on Josy's door as I thought of what to say .I heard a faint come in and I walked into her room . Josy I'm done with what you asked for ." Yay!! Riley , have a seat you are one step away from achieving your goal . Can I have a look at what you wrote?" Yeah ,sure . I gave the book to Josy only to see her with an undescribable expression after reading it . Is it good or bad ? I questioned. "It's better than I imagined . You are not actually mentally unstable , you are just scared and turn to have illusions of the people who caused you harm . This is termed as post traumatic stress disorder. It is a disorder that may occur to people who have witnessed or experienced a traumatic event .'' So what are we going to do . '' That would be a tale for another day.Right now i only have one question that is , what did you like doing before all this happened ?'' I loved to read. I remember reading Nancy Drew's stories and they were simply amazing. '' Really i love reading too . Why not give
I opened Josy's door and handed over the book to her , I don't know why but while reading it I felt all my problems move aside it was like I was moving back to how I was only with the fact that I was stuck at one place. Josy this is the book from yesterday it was about,Every mother's wish to have a healthy baby when born. A baby that was born without any complications but my life was not like that. At the age of eight Irene was diagnosed with leukaemia, chronic myelogenous leukemia . It was not that rare in children so she wondered why she had to face this . Mostly her mum would come sleep with her since sleeping became a problem for her . She was told that it was due to a history of immune system suppression . Normally she got peel skin , infection , fever , coughing ,easy bleeding and bruising ,weakness and shortage of breath at night. She had been told by her mum many times not fear or to think too much as it may lead to me suffering from even more symptoms.She believed in God an
It's been three months since Josy started her treatment with me . In these three months I've learnt to let go of the past. I gradually came to understand that I had all along been practicing the avoidance therapy. I had been trying to shut down the bitter memories of my past by keeping to myself, thereby becoming a mental recluse. I had been avoiding people, scenes, and events that brought back my bitter memories instead of facing and coming to terms with them. My therapist Josy saw it as her responsibility to help remove those scares on my memory . Whenever I experience a flashback of frightening events from my past she would step in to help me cope with the situation . I kept wondering why she was so keen to help me . Occasionally she will try remedies like asking me to look around at the beautiful world . . On one occasion she asked "when you look into the sky what do you see?" "I can see a lot of white foamy clouds shaded b
I realized how my therapist seemed interested in my back ground . She asked lots of questions whenever she returned from work about my past . She researched the locations of a few of them and manage to link me up to with them . One day she told me my parents wanted to come over for us to talk . I was astonished, why now after two years . But yet still I accepted to see them, there were some scores we needed to settle . Mom , I called out seeing her . She had aged so much in these two years . The last time I saw her was in January last two years before I ended up here. " How are you doing mom?" I asked "I've had better days." she said with teary eyes. "How is dad doing ? Why didn't he come ? Where is my brother ? How is he also ?" I asked . " Your brother is fine ." She said ." What about dad?" I asked . With that being said she broke down in tears " He is not okay he has been hospitalized for a year now and doctors are saying he has six months left to live " she said "I'm sorry Rile
I heard a door bell ring at 3am , thinking it was Johan I opened it . Darling what do you need ? I asked sarcastically with my eyes closed waiting for an answer. I stood there waiting and when I got none I opened my eyes. It wasn't Johan or anyone I knew of. The man at the doorway looked like a mafia gang member "Sir, please can I help you." I asked. "Yes, you can he answered. Before I could register what happened , I was being pushed to the wall with a handkerchief soaked in rohypnol on my nose . I had never been that scared in my life . My heart continued pounding in my chest sweat forming on my entire forehead my throat immensely dry tears trickling down my cheek . My eyes were giving me away I felt it I knew it . I gave up the fight and let darkness engulf me. I woke up suddenly and struggled to get up. I quickly drawned on me that I had been tied up the chair I was sitting on. I was in this dark and dirty room . A shade of light from the ceiling lit up a portion of the room like
Suddenly I heard the sound of footsteps rapidly coming close the door . It was inserted into the lock turned and the door flung open bringing in the cold chilly air outside . The scar face man had entered the room . I noticed he limped .He scanned the room with his wicked looking eyes . He came to me and handed over a bag containing some clothing , packed meals and drinking water . I guess he noticed from my torn clothing the ordeal I had gone through . He smiled and started moving towards me with that glint in his eyes when suddenly he had a call on his cell phone. He seemed agitated after receiving the call . He rushed close the door and locked it from outside. I could hear the screeching of his car as he moved out at a very fast pace . I wondered what had disturbed him. I had a premonition that my situation was going to get worse . I needed to find a way to get out of this place fast . I needed to get access to the locked cabinet . I instinctively had a feeling that somehow these ca
I'm Irene Essah . Born and raised in Ghana . A sixteen year old girl. Student of labone Senior High School. I guess writing books was always a part of me for the moment where I began acting in my mirror to the moment I began placing my Bic pen on my notepad to write .Most of my books are written based on my own imagination and emotions . Beneath The Scars is actually on of them . When I began writing this novel I was going through alot . I had my b.e.c.e to think of ( it's actually an exams written to promote you to the senior high school of your choice.) as well as some other family matters . While writing this book I wanted to bring out an inspirational message to all those fighting with mental health . I wanted them to know that there is always light at the end of the tunnel. That's why I used this song "God on the mountain"Life is easy, when you're up on the mountainAnd you've got peace of mind, like you've never knownBut when things change and you're down in the valleyDon't
EmilyLife can sometimes hit you real bad. To think that you will wake up everyday and see that beautiful face . That face that means the world to you . To come back from work and be greeted by that person . I had just closed from school and I decided to go to the nearby food stand I saw ,since I can't live with an empty stomach I'll probably die . I sat under the tree at the corner , put out my notepad and began doing my homework . I love nature and everything but I go by one rule you hate me, I hate you .Sitting under the tree listening to the whistling sound of the air passing through the leaves I felt a chilly breeze along my skin . The Rusty looking leaves creating melodious tunes as they begin to sway . The blue sky loosing sight of its cloud as the sun gradually begins to move descending lower and lower until it disappears . My lunch was then placed in front of me .I shut my notepad as I picked my fork and dipped it into my fries and chicken. " Oh God! , the food is so good
Upcoming bookBEST FRIENDS WISHDedication: Dedicated to that Richmond in my life that I did the same thing Anabell did .I'm sorry I realized too late what you were to me and by then you were gone. RenieDarling_14. Prologue The old lady looked feeble. The minute our subway train started, she was going to keel over. Then she'd be a sick passenger, and the train would stop while we waited for an ambulance, and I'd be late for school. Plus she looked terrified . I gave her my seat. I helped her into it. " Thank you, dear. You have done me a good turn." Her tone was like music to the ears ,so round, sweet and juicy like an anchorwoman's. " And you know what they say about a good turn ." " That's okay." I said . Was she gonna tip me ? I thought " I don't want anything." I added. " Yes, you do Anabe
Moral lessonA scar tells your story of how you survived . Never be ashamed of a scar. It means you were stronger than whatever tried to hurt you.Each scar I’ve gained has been a badge of survival. It tells me that I was strong enough to beat something. It shows me the strength my body has to overcome whatever is thrown at it. Everyday I look back at my scars and I think about the stories behind them .They’re a sign of survival.The moral lesson for the story is to never give up . Sure there might be ups and downs but let's not forget that there is always light at the end of the tunnel.Thank you So, we have come to the end of yet another book and I just wanted to say a big thank you . I got to a point I wanted to give up writing but some of you came in my message board asking for more update to those of you that are writers you know how much of a push that is , so , thank you so your support.
I remember their first steps , theirs first words their elementary school days , middle school , junior high school , senior high school , college and now . I remember their sixteenth birthday gift , the letter I wrote . I really hope they understood every word written and I hope they always remember it like I do cause it would send them far in life . I remember writing "Life isn’t fair. Sweet girls, I love you so, but life sure does have curve balls. Just remember momma said there’d be days like this. If I could keep you little forever, I’d bottle you up and hold your heart so that nobody could hurt it. If I teach you anything, I want you to learn how to have mental toughness and grit. Overwhelming feelings may come, but know that they will also leave. And I’m here for you every step of the way. People aren’t always going to like you. Oh, if I had a penny for every time I heard this… I’d be a wealthy woman! To tell you the truth, girls, I’ve always struggled with this. Until I
Some memories are hard to let go of like to one that keeps repeating in my head , memories of when my two most precious jewels were given life . I quite remember , I stood at the balcony of our home watching the stars in the mid night sky . Sleep was far from me with the thoughts on my mind . I wondered if I would be a good mother . If I would be able to give the love my twins needed to them. I was scared . Scared that I won't be what they needed . Being in my last week of pregnancy I had become an emotional wreck. I placed my hand on my bloated tummy feeling some contractions. I felt a hand on my shoulders and I turned and melted in his embrace . Henry had always being there for me even at times I feared I won't be a good mother . He was my strength so far . Throughout these nine months he had tolerated my mood swings without a single complaint . Even at night time when I craved strange things he found ways and means to get it for me. He even stocked the freezer with lots of strawb
I walked into the cafe and scanned the area to find Josy and my dad. I was nervous about this meeting yesterday but after a phone call from Henry encouraging me I gathered courage . I spotted the two sitting at the far end with an extra chair placed near their table . With heavy steps I walked towards the table and took in the appearance of the man before me . He had similar hair and eye color like mine . He had prominent cheekbones and a long chin. He had dark circles beneath his eyes like he had not slept in days . He looked like a well built man despite his age . There were a few grey hairs round his temple .Indeed he looked miserable just like father Augustine said . I walked up to them and took a seat near them as I noticed my father looking at me strangely . What was I thinking? I thought . He had not seen me for close to 18 years and I expect him to talk friendly . I'm Riley Essah . I introduced myself . "Are you my daughter my baby girl who use to crawl with mischief and give
After the church service was over I walked over to the Catholic father to greet him and inform him of my arrival back in the country . He inquired how things went by over the span of my 6 years absence and also informed me of a middle aged man who always came to ask for information about me . He further explained that the man had just been released from the jail where he normally went to preach and had come to see him for shelter . He explained how miserable the man looked like one guilty of a crime which can not be forgiven . He said he spoke to the man and inquired the source of his misery and the explained to him in every detail from how he left his family to how he met Josy and again met the man whose daughter he had mistakenly killed .. He was able to get into contact with Josy with my help but now all he wants is to find his only family left. The reason he is still alive ,the reason he choose to change ,the reason he stopped doing drugs ,his daughter his everything. He c
Early this morning Josy messaged me the address to her husband's cafe . She spoke of how she wanted to hear everything that had happened in the past six years and also she wanted me to meet her husband Edward since I couldn't make it to their wedding two years ago . I walked to a flower shop and bought a bouquet of red roses for Josy . When I finally came out of the shop I picked a taxi and headed for cafe Rosa . When I arrived I texted Josy to tell her I have arrived that was when I spotted Josy with her seven months old pregnant self approach me . " Josy , oh my goodness I missed you so much these are for you ." I said . " No need to be so formal come here , meet my husband Edward." She said . " Nice to meet you Mr. Edward Jones ." I said . Josy took me to the far end of the cafe served ,me a cup of coffee and a plate of cookies and began talking . She told me that the man she met at prison had been released and that with the help of father Augustine he had gotten in contact with