~MY STIGMA

CHAPTER ONE_

I was a young and vibrant lady

I radiated,

I was confident,

I was beautiful

How I ended up like that?(cover picture)

I will gladly tell you..

A stigma, a sign of disgrace is what I had to keep on living with and as it seems, occurs to never leave me

I am the second daughter of the most richest and influential man in *Y* town. My elder sister, is a famous novelist respected by all, while me, I just happen to be the black sheep in the family.

All I knew to do was ask for some money, squander it and had no intention of saving it. My parents kept on persuading me to at least start up a business of my own but I didn't feel motivated at all.

In the final year of my university, I met a new friend who seems fine and is of my standard, both in beauty and in class. She is proud and also classy, I instantly fell in love with her lifestyle.

"She is just like me" I thought to myself

The more I got to know her, I realized that she is not also a pride of her family, she loved to party, move with bad associates and engaged in doing a lot of improper conducts. Although, I didn't fancy all she did but the way she presented all I seemed disgusting in an appealing way made me more interested in it.

~MY STIGMA

CHAPTER TWO_

A faithful day, I decided to attend a party with her, with the resolve not to have any alcoholic drink or cigarettes, as I easily get drunk and misbehave most of the time when I do.

... You may ask "How do I know this if I feel disgusted about parties?'', Yeah, I do get drunk at home after being seriously nagged by my parents....

Before I left for the party, I disguised myself and as a diligent student about to go and have an evening study session with my friends but unfortunately, my elder sister overheard me taking to Christiana about the party and the outfit I will be wearing. She told my parents beforehand about it and on my way out, they told me, that is, my parents, not to leave for the party.

Of course, I was obstinate, I didn't listen to them, as punishment, my dad collected my car keys and ordered me to go to my room..

~"What I did?"...

I sneaked out and called Christiana to pick me up and she did, ten minutes after the call I made.

We got to the party and to be sincere, it wasn't that bad. I met a lot of cute guys there and getting drunk and saying all that I couldn't when I am sober was very great. I laughed, danced and had fun.

...

...Although.. unknown the invited and uninvited party members, there was a bomb planted by some terrorist who invaded the town few days ago....

...The bomb will go off in some moments and the question I continuously asked myself was "Will I die?" as I laid on the ground, half dead, half alive in my pool of blood and slowly I went unconscious....

~MY STIGMA

..._CHAPTER 3_...

When I opened my eyes, I saw worried sick individuals surrounding me.

"Mum?, Dad?.. Evelyn?"

I asked and they looked at me, nodding their head in response to my callings, with teary eyes.

I touched my head, which was bandaged and I had bruises all over my body.

I realized I felt intense pain from the lower part of my body, and as I slowly looked down, in my view was half my legs amputated.

"Where did the other half run off to?, did my legs undergo amputation?"

My head was spinning, tears rolling down uncontrollably from my eyes and then I went off.

I got discharged from the hospital and I got new helpful hinds~My prosthetic legs

During my stay in the hospital, I was trained to use of it and luckily I got good at it.

I got out only to be enlightened about how many lost their lives, including Christiana.

I hated myself for going to the party.

Only a few was saved and I was fortunate to be among them but I felt I should have also died and the pain, hate and regret I feel everyday I wake up and sleep is more worse than death.

Now, I am a forty year old woman with no family of her own, sitting in the balcony of my small abode, watching others walk by and give my legs a long stare which in turn makes me remember bad memories.

I regret that night, my choice of friends and the damage made was still on me and I had to live with the stigma for the rest of my life.

🖤THE END🖤