Chapter 18: C 18. The Past (Aftermath)

I appear in a colourful room. Two people standing side by side. One is the boss of my home. He wears a simple T-shirt and flexible trousers.

The other was holding a bucket filled with water. He also wore simple clothes like my father. He is my uncle and also a religious man that knows a lot about fetish, witchcraft, and sorcery. He did not practice them but researched the subject well.

My appearance triggered them, and he splashed water on me. It was very cold, but I felt a drastic awareness as if I awakened from a deep sleep. The fear I carried from that red room banished and the complete memory of what transpired filled my mind.

"Calm yourself and start narrating what happened to you."

I was given a blanket to cover, and I sat on the floor.

And that's what I did. My mouth keeps pouring out what I have been through in sequential order. It took some hours before I finished.

The benefit of inquiring what happens was to enable me to pour everything out before I forget some detail.

After that, in the subsequent days, I undergo a lot of therapy and medical check-up.

Other things were, I consumed a lot of traditional medicine until I began to hate myself.

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In the red room, I undergo a witches' type of experiments and here I'm undergoing natural scientific experiments!!!

I stared at the fluorescent light on the ceiling, the light was not coming from it alone. My mind is trying to decipher the difference between Natural laws and Supernatural laws!

Arg!!! I'm not a scientist nor was I a witch, how will I know!

I have been having thoughts and analyses of what happened to me in that red room lately. And all that has to do with my plan to escape this place, but unfortunately for me, this place has more thorough security than the red room.

It's not that they are better in my eyes, but it was that these people are humans and behave like one, so they do not dare to underestimate me.

As for the red room witches, they just use their spell on me and bind me to the giant pot. And a slight chance of opportunity I was able to burst and free myself from their cloches. Even that was not without consequences.

I have so many nightmares about the red room, the red surgery table and also about the people that died in front of me. But all of that can be categorized as mental trauma and all.

The most hideous thing that gave my parents a headache was that so many times I would become a zombie-like person and take a walk outside the house.

The first time I left the entire city on foot and when I was found, I was with an old wrinkled ugly woman. She disappeared to smoke after my uncle Malam found me.

This reaffirmed that they still have a string on me. Leaving me alone to move around is tantamount to stupidity.

The blankness and the zombie behaviour come and go from time to time, but if I'm not allowed to roam even in a small confined location I will be subjected to harm myself.

Through mental therapy, traditional medicine and prayers the episodes were reduced. But I was only able to escape after Uncle Malam advised something to my father.

At that time I didn't know what it was but only the effects speak to themselves.

For some reason, the day they initiated their plan was the night I had a very long nightmare.

I don't remember my nightmares, but sometimes I get to know some basic elements of it.

The dream was long and terrifying as if I was chained with blood-red irons, and I was constantly being pulled to a red coloured void. That was all I can remember.

But in the dream, there was another immense force angered by the chains and those responsible for it.

The force went ballistic, terror reigned supreme.

The nightmare broke whatever spell or curse the witches placed on me. What my sister told me was, that night I screamed as if I would die of horror. Many of the thoughts, I have completely gone mad, and I can no longer be saved.

They cry as if they have lost their brother.

But the Boss of the house, Father; Uncle Malam and other people that have little knowledge and experience about witches, their thoughts differ.

They believe as long as my mind can hold on, I will not die nor will I go mad.

The night ended with silence and tranquillity, but the mind and heart of my household are on edge not knowing my destiny.

As for those that were with me in the room, they have their face terrified, their body shaking. My father was a strong man and had an iron will, but he himself broke completely and cried.

As for my mother, she was already being taken care of in our house clinic.

After the pain, all the confusion, and my tedious battle of not letting go. I won the war against the witch's curse and the nightmare.

I spent four months in a coma due to the effect of the dream. But salvation has come.

The curse wants to bind me to the witch's call at all times. The nightmare to my understanding wanted to reign supreme and invade my mind thus rendering me half-mad or completely insane.

But the external effects were: every pore and hole in my body bleed with an insane amount of blood. The amount is impossible for me to carry in my body. The room that I was confined in filled with thick nauseating retching blood.

It's estimated that I have bleed around 50liters of blood, a normal human has around 5liters. My assumption was the blood may equate to the number of people sacrificed before me in the red room.

And to their horror, after I stopped bleeding, the blood was moving albeit barely, as if alive. Some parts turn to snails, worms and slugs. It aimed to return to my body.

It took them a lot of effort and courage to step on the blood to take me away.

Four months. I was in the hospital for four months. According to the doctors, I must have experienced something horrible mentally that forced my brain to shut down.

Then they have no idea when I will wake up again.