Chapitre 8: Chapter 8
Dear diary
November 1, 2020
It's been quite a year, right?.
Right now, I'm in therapy.
After going back to Lagos, I couldn't sleep well, without waking up and screaming.
Dad was distressed about it, so a female friend of his, requested therapy.
I've been in therapy for a while now, that's why I didn't have time to write.
Toyin's gang were all thrown in prison . Each of them were sentenced to 10 years in prison with hard labor. I felt relieved.
But I still couldn't sleep well.Rebecca had to take a leave at school to come home and take care of me for a while.
Therapy was helping, but at the same time, bi couldn't live in my shell forever, I had to get on with my life.
I told Dad that I planned on taking Jamb next year, but he refused, saying that he was scared of sending me your another school.
I pleaded with him, and I'm still pleading. I need to move on with my life.Saint and Caleb also called every once in a while to check up on me.
They were saddened by the news, and blamed themselves for not being better friends.I also went to the hospital every now and then, to check up on my health.
Thankfully, my life wasn't in danger. I didn't have any STI's, HIV, STD's, or infection whatsoever. I was thankful and grateful to God.
Aunt Debrah on the other hand didn't fail to check up on me four times every week. She'd call and ask how I was doing, if I need her help with anything, she'd tell me she'd visit me soon, and she's sorry for not taking good care of me.
Anyway, diary, I'll keep you updated. Right now, I'm happy, and free. I can breathe again.
THE END!!!
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