Tragedy
The cool ambiance hit my face as I peered outside the taxi I was sitting in.
I sighed. Today would be my last visit to where Tom was.
Tom was my younger brother whom I have been taking care of. It was my mother's last wish before she passed away.
"Take care of Tom, and protect him at all cost, Phoebe," she said as she let go of the hem of my gown.
Her words continued ringing in my ears for years. I have been shouldering the responsibility of taking care of Tom. He was someone I ought to take care of at all costs.
But now, things have changed because I was leaving for port-harcourt without him.
For some weeks now, whenever I went to visit Tom, he never answered back. I did the talking alone and listened to the bouncing back of my voice.
Hot tears ran down my cheeks. I no longer live a tough life. I was in money, but it looked like something was missing.
"We are here, Miss," the voice of the taxi driver jolted me back from my thoughts.
I wiped my tears with the back of my hand, took out a clean thousand naira note, and told him to keep the change.
I stepped out of the taxi and walked briskly to the duplex where I had workers taking care of Tom.
A slender, tall, fair lady came out of the building and welcomed me with a smile. I only waved in reply to her greeting and entered the building.
She took me to a room and left.
I stood in the cold room which housed a chair and comfy bed on which Tom was lying.
"it's me, Tom," I started to say as I pulled the chair and sat down.
My voice came back at me noisily.
"I am leaving for port-harcourt, so I decided to pay you a last visit," I continued.
"You know, I'm relieved I won't have to visit you anymore, it has been suffocating," I smiled.
I moved close to the place he was lying and lifted my eyes to the ceiling.
"At least, I would not have to see some scary cor…."
The words suddenly stuck in my throat. I choked on my saliva as I struggled to breathe.
I darted my eyes to where Tom was lying, I didn't see him there.
I felt a strong hand on my neck as the grip became tight.
A sinister chuckle echoed in the room and the hairs on my skin rose.
"This is impossible!" I shrieked as I struggled to break free from the stronghold.
Questions ran in my head.
Why was Tom awake? He was supposed to be dead. I killed him!
The person who gave me wealth said I would not have any problem if I follow the procedure of becoming rich- joining the secret society- killing Tom and visiting his corpse for 14 days.
I sighed. Today would be my last visit to where Tom was.
Tom was my younger brother whom I have been taking care of. It was my mother's last wish before she passed away.
"Take care of Tom, and protect him at all cost, Phoebe," she said as she let go of the hem of my gown.
Her words continued ringing in my ears for years. I have been shouldering the responsibility of taking care of Tom. He was someone I ought to take care of at all costs.
But now, things have changed because I was leaving for port-harcourt without him.
For some weeks now, whenever I went to visit Tom, he never answered back. I did the talking alone and listened to the bouncing back of my voice.
Hot tears ran down my cheeks. I no longer live a tough life. I was in money, but it looked like something was missing.
"We are here, Miss," the voice of the taxi driver jolted me back from my thoughts.
I wiped my tears with the back of my hand, took out a clean thousand naira note, and told him to keep the change.
I stepped out of the taxi and walked briskly to the duplex where I had workers taking care of Tom.
A slender, tall, fair lady came out of the building and welcomed me with a smile. I only waved in reply to her greeting and entered the building.
She took me to a room and left.
I stood in the cold room which housed a chair and comfy bed on which Tom was lying.
"it's me, Tom," I started to say as I pulled the chair and sat down.
My voice came back at me noisily.
"I am leaving for port-harcourt, so I decided to pay you a last visit," I continued.
"You know, I'm relieved I won't have to visit you anymore, it has been suffocating," I smiled.
I moved close to the place he was lying and lifted my eyes to the ceiling.
"At least, I would not have to see some scary cor…."
The words suddenly stuck in my throat. I choked on my saliva as I struggled to breathe.
I darted my eyes to where Tom was lying, I didn't see him there.
I felt a strong hand on my neck as the grip became tight.
A sinister chuckle echoed in the room and the hairs on my skin rose.
"This is impossible!" I shrieked as I struggled to break free from the stronghold.
Questions ran in my head.
Why was Tom awake? He was supposed to be dead. I killed him!
The person who gave me wealth said I would not have any problem if I follow the procedure of becoming rich- joining the secret society- killing Tom and visiting his corpse for 14 days.
