99 Days✅

Chapter 15 👑

December 16, 2016.

Kano, Nigeria.

Khadijah Daihaah's POV.

Numb;

The only word to describe what I feel right now.

It was like I had been constantly trying to break down the rigid walls that keep me away from the outside world. But, like any other time I've tried, I keep on failing.

Granted; I could hear voices f the people around me, one of which I knew belong to Adda Aneesah. The others either sound muffled or indistinct. There was one particular voice that's exotic.

Finally, after trying for what seems to be the umpteenth time, I tried to get a hold of myself and move any limb, starting with my finger. Such an easy task that one could do in a matter of seconds but to me at this moment it felt like lifting a rock with my hand.

I calmed down for a while, and gathered the little bit of energy I have before concentrating real hard on moving it. Like all the other times, it didn't work. I felt like crying my eyeballs out of frustration but I couldn't. Heck I couldn't do anything, not even open my eyes.

I hate this feeling and state I'm in.

Being not able to do anything; all I could see was pitch black not a glimpse of light.

OK, I need a pep talk.

I can do it! One more time won't hurt.

Right?

It can't be that bad right?

I focused harder than I did last time, keeping aside all my frustrations and anger and for once I actually believed I could do it. It was like everything, every single fiber of my being is focused on achieving that. I can do this, I can get pass those walls.

And,

It actually worked! I could actually move my index finger. Now, the next thing shouldn't be hard, opening up my eyes.

I slowly tried and peeled my sore eyes open, immediately regretting doing so. The brightness of the room was too much; I had to blink furiously to get accustomed to it.

My eyes first rested on the plain white walls, they were spotless and basically everything in the room is plain white ranging from the dahlia print curtains to the chaise lounge at the other end of the room. A small chandelier hung amidst of the slates, a flat screen TV opposite the bed I lay on which by the way is soft as velvet. The duvet that is draped on me is just as soft as the bed.

Two things are for sure. One; I can't remember what happened last, and two; this is not my home. The harder I try to remember anything my head hurts like hell. My whole memory is hazy and blurred; the throbbing of it doesn't help to.

Where am I?

I tried to sit up in a panicked state but I couldn't. I felt as if a sack of rice is placed on my already sore body. I looked around frantically to see if I could spot anything that could help me but I couldn't find any. An IV is attached to my left hand, and next to it is some weird beeping machines; one of which I knew is the heart monitor. The beep coming from it is more than annoying; I wish I knew a way to shut it up.

My eyes snapped to the door when it creaked. My instinct was on hyper alert mode, grabbing the closest thing I could get my hand on. And pathetically it just had to be a hair comb.

Deciding it's the only thing I have, I held it tightly, and eyes slightly squinted at the figure that walked in.

He stopped in his tracks once he saw me. His eyes sheens with that seem to be relief and happiness, but instantly changes to confusion as he furrowed his eyes brows, head slightly tilted.