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Samantha's diary Before ( Part 1)
Catherine Otuma
Catherine Otuma
a year ago

I started to laugh

A manic kinda laughter

People around me stared,they were puzzled, and my laughter increased,they began to drift away from me. Farther and farther and farther until I was left alone. In a bright room,the kind of light that can blind you—almost like Saul in the Bible,when he saw the Christ. How many bulbs,tens, hundreds,a thousand,I couldn't count.


Until it became dark,I felt water,in my ears. I was floating,is this a lake—No,I should have gone under by now, salt water,do we float on salt water? I can't answer that,I am art material. Oh how I wish opted for science at this point. The water began to dissapear like it was being drained—Was it it being sucked up into a hole? I didn't know.


I was falling and falling and falling into what seemed like a well. I couldn't feel the water no more,just vacuum—empty space,but I know I am falling. It seemed endless,I decided to take a nap waiting to land. Maybe,just maybe,I might hit my head on a stone,never to wake up— I'll be a goner. No I can't die yet, there's so much stuff I haven't done yet,like kissing my crush and fucking a flight attendant—if you listen to rap,you probably should know that line from Cenchs Doja.



I woke up to IV lines,I saw my mum crying,she noticed I was awake and ran up to me. I heard muffled sounds coming from her.


"Samantha.....ba..by..do..you hear me"

I slept back.




To be continued......

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