NEW BOOK?
By: Elmira Coogan
Tags: Fiction, Writer, Editor, Feedback, Novel

hi guys. its been a while. I have been dealing with creativity issues and self doubt. plus i have been extremely lazy. for the longest , i have always wanted to write. poems , short stories, you name it. unfortunately, i am a very bad procrastinator and a pessimist . this method of thinking has affected me dearly but i thin its time for a change

I have had a romance plot for a while and its one of my finest plots. i plan on publishing it ( an e book with time ) too. but not now. someone told e to save my best work for my “second book” and i really do believe in this book’s (Happy ending) potential , so for now , i have decided to come up with another plot . so far , i like it. but i also would really appreciate your feedback. so please take 5 minutes of your time to read this little preview. i apologize in advance for the amateur writing, hopefully that changes with time

here we go……

SPILL

The first time you slaughter a chicken, you are told to cut the side of the neck, make it quick and try not to be messy. No one tells you how to cut a human being though. No one tells you about the mess you make when you slice a man’s carotid artery. The spillage, the DNA, the evidence. I had a lot to think about the first time I killed a man.

Ayo my very first victim. A very sweet soul. He was the only one who could understand me to an extent. When other kids ran away from me, he stuck by my side. We had been friends for the longest. Until he raped me.

19th August 1988 ,

It was a cursed Saturday. I hardly ever went out but decided to on that day. We met up at a party and drank. After dancing for a time, I slumped unto the couch and I dozed off.

I was deep in sleep when I felt someone’s hands on my skirt. Slowly, I opened my eyes, and I saw Ayo looking down at me like his prey.

“Ayo what do you think you are doing,” I asked

“just stay still, it won’t hurt “he said as he tried to kiss me

I realized what exactly he was trying to do. Weak, I struggled out of his grip, but to no avail.

“Sade be still, I promise it won’t hurt,” he repeated

Tears dropped from my eyes. Tears I had never shed before. Not even when I buried my mother. It petrified me. I kept struggling but could not escape his grip. His fiery breath invading my face had me feeling nauseous. He ripped my skirt off and defiled me. midway, I stopped fighting it and he had his way.

“See, not that hard” he said as he stood up fixing his belt. Still unable to move, I looked away and shed more tears.

“just freshen up and come downstairs” he said as he walked out of the room

After a while I could gather myself and I got up. I wiped my running mascara and fixed my skirt and walked out. I kept walking. 2km later, I reached my destination, the police station.

The police station looked deserted and dirty. The yellow paint wearing off and the police officers eating bread with buns outside the gate. Walking to the entrance, I tapped on the first officer I saw.

“madam how can I help you” he asked

“I was r.. ra..raped” I uttered

The police officer inspected me before smiling.

“Madam, they stole the rape kit here, sorry I can’t help you”

“I can wait for you to get a new one, just please help me “I pleaded desperately

“can’t you see I’m eating? I said I can’t help you” he screamed at me.

The other officers were now fully looking at us. One of them eyed me from the head to toe and asked nonchalantly

“is it in this outfit they raped you?”

Feeling exposed, I dragged my skirt down.

“young lady, we have already seen everything. No need to cover up,” the other officer said.

“are you even sure they raped you, this one you are dressed as a prostitute,” another officer said

Ashamed and afraid, I ran away from the station. “these children of nowadays” was the last thing I heard before exiting the station. I took one last look before I walked back home.

On getting home, I cleaned up well and sat on my bed. Ayo had raped me. He violated me and he was going to walk free? “no way” I thought to myself. I opened my laptop and searched “how to get revenge”. Most of the posts showed me crap like forgiving, but that was far from what I was willing to do. I needed him to feel violated too. I needed to see blood. His blood. So, I devised a plan

“Hey Ayo I know you were drunk and you did not mean to do that to me, I understand . if you still want to come by the house, the key is under the mat. Love always”. the message I sent him read. A few minute later, I got a reply

“see you in a bit love” he replied

I stood up from my bed and walked to the kitchen. I picked up my butchering knife and my sharpest knife. Inspecting the door locks, I made sure I bolted everywhere, and I locked the windows. I opened up the basement and sat by the stairs. The cold knife rubbing on my skin. I thought of the best way to lure him in before I got an idea.

“I have a surprise for you in the basement, when you come in, lock the house and meet me down there” I said sitting on the stairs leading to the basement.

“Say less Mami, I am coming in now” he said as I heard the main door open

I quickly tucked the knife into my shirt when I heard his steps get closer. As he approached me from the back I smiled and stood up.

“that was quick. It’s like you heard me asking for you” I smiled sleepily. he came in suddenly for a hug and I flinched a bit. Taken aback, he asked, “you fear me now?”.

My blood boiled but I had to keep my composure, so I stepped up to him ad kissed him. Almost falling off the stairs, I lured him down and continued to make out with him. The stench of the beer he had taken filled the air.

“Did you tell anyone you were coming here “I asked mid kiss. The butchering knife had poked my ribs and I knew I needed to act fast.

“No, I was in too much of a hurry” he said as he attempted to take my shirt off

“good”

“Good? Why is that go……” he said before I attacked. I stabbed him in the chest with my little knife and hurriedly stood up off him. He looked at me like I was crazy. The little knife still in his chest, he abruptly stood up.

“you are fucking psycho, I am going to kill you” he said to me as he attempted to strangle me. Pinned against the wall, I tried to struggle out of his grip.

“you could not overpower me before what makes you think you will now” he asked, breathing heavily from the pain.

“this” I said as I brought out my butchering knife and sliced his neck. Back then I had no idea what I hit, but now I guess you can say I am skilled enough to know the pressure points.

His blood splashed everywhere. When he tried to grip unto me, I pushed him back. He was weak, and I needed to use this moment properly.

“Sade, please save me”

“Sade, please save me” I mimicked. I can’t remember clearly what came over me, but I can remember severing his limbs. I must have worked as a meat butcher in my previous life because the hacking skills I exhibited impressed me. Ayo had died long before I realized what I was doing, but I could not stop. “He raped you” I told myself

It was a good enough reason to kill. Yes, I was not a murderer; I was just serving justice.

Thinking back now, I realize how stupid butchering him was. As satisfying as it felt, I had to work extra hard for no reason and clean so much blood. Plus, butchering him meant more body bags. At first, I thought I would get caught. For days I waited for the police officers to come barging my door, putting me in handcuffs, but it never happened. I, Sade Awolowo, a woman, had gotten away with her first murder. Murder…. justice…. Murder… justice. It filled me with adrenaline, the rush and excitement.

It was on that faithful day, 19th August 1988, 20-year-old me decided. If justice was going to be so hard to get, I would serve myself. That was the beginning of so many others to come.

well thats it. like i said please , permit the ugly writing. i plan on getting it professionally checked but what do you think of the plot so far? comment|thank you for reading