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The environment was in disarray as cries and screams topple each other. Some people ran, Helter skelter with no destination in mind. Hands can be seen on heads while some are akimbo.
It was promising at first but now gloomy.
The day was innocent but now bloody.
The bodies lay lifelessly as people wonder what could've caused this crises.
It all began on the ninth of September.
An innocent phone call.
"Hello Cynthia" a sound like a whisper rolled out from the caller's end.
"Hey Frank" a sumptuous looking lady with bulgy eyes ,long curly hairs, straight nose and elegance, replied from her end.
She had always loved him even though the handwriting on the walls says otherwise.
She twirls, sits up from her sofa, injecting some volume to her voice.
"Frankie love, you sound faint. What is the problem?, tell me please". She inquired with a persuasive but subtle voice.
"Baby". He began, he always had her Mumu button, how romantic he sounds whenever he wants something important.
"Come over to Hissop hospital. We need to talk". He ended the call before she could say a word.
She became restless, her heart pumped blood excessively as she prepared to move.
Minutes later, she walked into a pink building with ghostly white interiors. The smell of aspirin could be inhaled as she sat at the edge of the blue color bed.
Her eyes pictured a pale faced Frank whose robust body had waxed lean. His eyes, two still pools of black ink in it's sockets. His hairs losing its stamina. Her countenance had a metamorphic effect as she broke in tears.
"Frank?"
What's the matter?"
"Hmmm" Frank said as tears Cascades his cheeks.
"I have been diagnosed of kidney malfunction, infact I have less than fifteen days to live except I get a transplant". He paused to gather his emotions.
And with the softest of voice made his intentions known.
"Baby please, I called you because I know you can help my predicament"
"You wouldn't want me dead honey" Do this for me please.
"Do what for you?" She asked feigning ignorance.
"Be my donor please"
"Alright" she said.
She wiped his tears and smiled. Inwardly she felt and believed the sacrifice she was about to make would buy his heart over.
She alerted the doctor and became his donor. The transplant was successful though she had little complication. No! Scratch that. She slept well over a hundred and twenty days on her hospital bed.
She woke. To her surprise a gold card lying on her bed. On strapping it open, horror was written all over her face, she tapped herself to be sure her eyes weren't deceiving her.
"He has the guts to drop this here even with my condition?" She queried the nurse beside her.
In the card embedded an invite by Frank to his wedding meant to hold in fourteen days. She stared as tears flowed like waters from the ocean waves. The fire of betrayal engulfed her being. She felt cheated, relegated, deprived, swindled and maltreated.
The "sweet life" four months ago has turned sour and bitter.
Three days later,
She was home drinking as depression had settled in, all she felt was misery, her life's vision, bleak! She wished for death. To bring herself to the terms that Frank her prince charming gilted her after all her sacrifice was also a problem.
She takes a breath,
A deep one.
"There's always a choice" she said.
"To be the victim or the victor" her mutter while gulping the remaining liquor in her glass.
An idea echoed into her drunken soul, it sounded irresistible. She pounced at it with a sense of pride. Her mind seemed at ease, for karma they say is a bitch.
On the day of his wedding. Cynthia dressed up like a bride would, walked into the Hall and sat, waiting.
Just when the presiding priest uttered the sentence.
"Anyone who has anything against this union should speak up now, otherwise remain silent forever".
She stood, walked briskly to the altar.
On sighting her, Frank froze, like an electrocuted being he stood, thousands of thoughts ramming his mind. Anxiety slithers down his spine through every bone ,nerve, muscle and sinew. The bride quaked as they waited anxiously to hear her.
The microphone was handed to her and she said "congratulations Frankie love". No iota of emotion on her face.
She returned the microphone and made to leave. Frank knew something was not right. His bride heaved a sigh but in a fleeing second.
Cynthia made a 180°degree turn. She dipped her hand into her bag and pulled a pistol.
The whole place went mute like a cemetery.
"Meet you in hell, Frank"
She let two bullets into his chest.
With Frank down and out, she shot the bride, showing no remorse for her actions.She faced the audience who have their mouths agape .
"Join us in hell, where I'll be officiating the wedding".
She laughed hard and loud.
And let the bullet fly into her skull.

© Stephen Toochi.
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