CHAPTER 1
I have three dreams. One: I become a doctor; just like my father. Second: I make a hospital; for my father. And third: one day I get to meet my cousins who I haven’t seen for 9 years.
One would say that these are way too big dreams for a 17 year old teenager. And maybe they would be right. But what if that teenager doesn’t have anything else to dream for. That all she wants is this to make her world a joyous world to walk on. And even if those dreams are hard to shape into reality, she would give anything to just live one day in that fantasy world. In the fiction world.
But then again if life began to be this easy to carve, it wouldn’t be life. Would it?
“SALIHA!!” I shouted from the door of my room.saliha turned suddenly. Fear and a tinge of mischief in her eyes.
“THAT’S MY PERSONAL DIARY!!” my voice full of anger. I rushed forward and snatched my dark black diary from her hands, scratching her hand by mistake in the process.
“Ow!!”
“Serve you right” I snapped. I threw the diary in my bedside table drawer and snapped the drawer shut. I looked up in time to see saliha hiding a smile.
“What!” I demanded
“Um nothing…just you know..,” she moved slightly towards the door, “thinking of my big dreams...”
“salh..!” before I could slaughter her she burst out laughing and ran out of the room.
“Ugh!!” I groaned loudly. I knew she was going to rub that in my face forever.
“What does a person have to do to get a little privacy in here?” I asked nobody loudly.
“An open drawer maybe” saliha called from the other room, laughing yet again. I also gave in and let out a short laugh. I turned to my book shelf. Shaking my head.
“Funny” I said sarcastically, this time under my breath.
“It is”
“God!” I jumped suddenly.
“Cant you just leave me alone for just two minutes” I said sympathitically. Slowly turning around.raising two fingers in front of me. My eyes closed
“Don’t show me fingers”
“What! They are minutes!” I cried
“Whatever. They are still fingers”
“God you are unbelievable” I gave in. since she was 8 years elder then me I really didn’t have any other option.
“Oh that I know! That’s why people love me” I rolled my eyes
“Don’t roll your eyes at me”
“What! I’m a human. I have emotions”
“Whatever.anyways as I was saying before you let your emotions run wild, I have a favor to ask you. You are coming from bus today.
“That’s a favor?” I asked, my eyebrows raised
“It is in my world” and she made to leave
“Hey hey hold on. A little explanation won’t do you any harm”
“God write an essay!” she turned around and said slowly making it easy for me to process. as if I was 7.,” If you have forgotten I have to go back to university tomorrow and I need to buy some clothes” she paced up “So ill go with friends and dad will pick me up. So if you are not a devil have mercy on dad and let him just drive to just one corner of the world”
“three things,” I said, “one,” I raised a finger subconsciously, “I’m not seven nor I’m deaf nor I’m illiterate that I don’t understand English, second, “ I raised my index finger, “ the school and the mall is like half an hour apart, third, “ I raised another finger, “ why are you buying clothes all the time?”
“Ok you ask too many question...”
“But they were only...”
“They were a lot. And still it’s hard for dad to juggle so much stuff all by himself and besides since I’m going tommorrow I want to spend some father daughter time with him. You got a problem with that?” Saliha made a typical imitation of a movie we saw yesterday. I was about to make a comment but surrendered.
“God fine have it your way. This is so unfair you always get your way”
“I’m bigger”
“Exactly. So you should be doing me favors”
“I have taken your responsibility for 8 years.cleaned your ugly diapers and god knows what else”
“No no don’t bring that and that’s totally absolutely unfair.”
“You fight your court.im going.” She gracefully slid out of my door raising a hand in farewell.
“God she is so..”
“Don’t even think about saying it.” She called from the next room again.
“I’m telling dad I want steel walls” I screamed, slamming the door.
“Good luck with that criminal”
“Huh!!”.i screamed
I went over my stereo and turned it up to full volume. Little did I know that that act of mine had just drowned the sound of breaking glass and later after that the almost silent sound of the sniper and the heavy thud of my dads fragile and beaten body falling to the ground. And it was al because of me that the killer got away and also my fault that noone ever saw my dad again.from that day onwards I hated music