To Kill You,
I'll First Break You.
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And You Deserve No Healing.

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~☆PRISCILLA ELZER SOUTH☆~

Bright amid the blue, rose the sun as a canopy of gold. The tinge of darkness had given way to the bright flame which burnt above the skies.

I was out of the villa even before it was seven in the morning. Mother was greatly surprised when she had seen me all dressed, heading out of the house to the car park. And though her husband had the look that this wasn't something to act all excited about, he looked impressed.

And God, I hate impressing people.

We were out of Esuad Estate minutes later, joining the long queue of cars that had also hit the road early.

This was something that irritated me about living here. There was only one gate in Esuad Estate which served as the in and out of its residents. And this was the exact case of surrounding estates. So there was only but a road, linking all three estates and it usually caused heavy traffic early in the morning and late at night.

I couldn't rest my back against the seat. It hurt like hell, even though mother had sneaked last night into my room to apply ointment to it.

Gritting my teeth, I pushed away all the thoughts from yesterday and focused my gaze on the roadside sellers who exhibited their goods for sale and the passers-by who went about their business.

Sometimes when I seat back here in my car and let Ede drive me round the city streets, I see these passers-by glaring at big, flashy cars out here in contempt and my brain kind of somersaults.

I would sell my soul to walk as freely as they did and I wouldn't give two fucks about the comfort I'm getting now.

More like, hellish comfort.

I sometimes see these passers-by going around their business and these questions keep twirling round my mind.

How many of them are fucked?

Do they have a happy home to return to? Or are they double fucked as me.

I don't know. I'm curious.

Suddenly, the roadside sellers seem to have moved. Not just them, but the trees too and the pastel houses, cars and city walls with graffiti.

I don't see them again. But they are here on repeat.

"Are you okay, Priscilla?" Ede's voice saved from me from myself.

I tilted my head at him. "What do you think?" My voice came out harsh.

I didn't mean to sound that way.

"Nothin'. You're look perfectly fine and stable." He retorted.

Was he... mocking me?

I looked away from him, back to the cinematic window. "Good."

Now I understood what was happening to me. The car was moving as the traffic had suddenly cleared. So every other thing seemed to be moving as well.

"Let me down here." My grip on my school bag tightened as I stared at the huge grey wrought iron gate before us.

We had reached Intel High School.

My school.

Ede gave me a confused look, not giving in to my words. "Your father asked that I drop you off in school. We are not yet in school, Priscilla. We are still outside the walls of-"

"I mean it, unlock the car." My cold dead eyes must have told him a tale.

Ede unlocked the car with a suppressed groan which showed how unhappy he was about my nonchalance.

I got out of the car and the queue of cars behind us had started a song composition as they angrily horned nonstop, swearing and pointing fingers at poor Ede.

One of the security men stood near the small gate, granting me permission to get in after I presented to him my student ID.

The tall, huge buildings within the walls of this school glared back at me. As usual, they had gotten repainted during the long vacation giving it that magnificent look that could get one staring in pride of attending a beautiful school like this.

With shoulders high and head focused on nothing more than that before me, I walked straight to the Senior block.

The morning sky had gotten even brighter, the golden rays of the sun casting a rosy hue across it.

I could feel the piercing stares of other students on me as I walked. It wasn't the first time neither would it be the last. And boy, would I be a fool to be oblivious of the reason why.

Apparently, I happened to be the only student in Intel high who against the school's dressing rules, wore long sleeves to school.

Both juniors and senior students wore wine red short sleeve shirts and black plaid skirts/shorts for juniors but straight cut skirts/trousers for the seniors.

Well, I happened to be the only exceptional student. For I began my journey of wearing this darn long sleeves right from JSS2.

Vividly, I can remember how it all began. Father had beat mother till she passed out and I called him a devil. That night, he passed me through the fire. Burning my back and arms with candles, I wreathed in pain till I lost consciousness of where I was.

The very next day, mother handed me three of this very shirt I was putting on, as though they had always waited for that very day. She tried making me see the good in my father but that eventually made me come to despise her as well.

And that night birthed other nights I was made to pass through the fire for my sins.

Stepping into the hallway, the clink of locks being opened, muffled ipod music and slamming of doors first greeted my ears. There were students lurking around, talking and laughing with reckless abandon.

Typical SS1 students. It was second term but it was still like the beginning of them being senior students.

I took the tiled steps in twos, finally getting to the end of the spiral, lilac paint coated stairs which led to the SS2 Block.

The trophy case was the first thing you'd see, then lockers beside the walls of each class, hanging fire extinguishers and plaques.

There was a shit load of people in the hallway. Almost twice the number of those in the SS1 block. I felt disgusted with the harsh smell of deodorants and hairspray that nearly choked the life out of me.

That only made me to increase my pace till I got to my class- SS2 Amethyst.

I paused at the door way, scanning the class with my eyes for any sight of my bestfriend- Austin Ndu but his seat was empty.

I let out a sigh, walking towards my seat with furrowed brows upon sighting Rosanne on it with a wide smile playing on her face as she spoke to Oluchi- one of the girls in her clique.

"My father got this wristwatch for me during my one year anniversary as a YouTuber, last week. He was proud that I've hit a thousand followers." She said, getting the attention of those seated beside her.

"Wow!" Oluchi smiled, her eyes gleening with a tinge of jealousy as she took the golden wristwatch from her friend. "It's really beautiful."

Rosanne quickly snatched the wristwatch from her, her face scrunching up in slight irritation. "I told you to see not touch! Do you know how much this costs?"

I placed my hand on the table, getting her attention. There was no time to beat around the bush.

"Get out from my seat, Rosanne."

Her expression soured. Tilting her head left to right as though I wasn't just talking to her, she eventually faced me.

"Were you just talking to me?" She asked, casting me a disgusted look.

I scoffed.

"Rosanne Mgbeke Igwe," I said, a smirk forming on my lips. "Isn't that your name?"

Her eyes widened in shock as she stood up with so great a speed, staring at me in perplexity.

She was probably shocked at how I knew her middle name which she was greatly ashamed of. Her lies of not having a native middle name was something people without a brain bought.

"Shut it." Rosanne barked, giving a subtle side look to be sure no one overheard the words that had just escaped my lips. "Don't talk nonsense, Priscilla!"

I said no words, grabbing her open Physics textbook which was resting on the very top of my table and flinged it across the classroom, earning the surprised gasps of my classmates.

Rosanne shrieked, pushing the chair back as she tapped the table angrily.

"Where the exact fuck is your name written here?! Who the heck said this table belonged to you?" She glared at me in frustration.

Rolling my eyes, I first pushed the table forward, then to the side as Rosanne and other curious eyes watched me with much fervency.

"This," I tapped at the right side of the table which had the word - Amosu written with a black permanent marker on it. "is proof enough. You shouldn't quickly forget the name you gave me." I said.

[Amosu: Witch]

She swallowed hard and lowered her head, shoving her hand into the desk-opening and grabbing her notebook which she had kept inside; before vacating it for me.

"Psycho," She muttered under her breathe, walking away to another table.

My face was hardened; void of emotion. Not a single line of smile crossing it. We were to have Physics class first period and I had to arrange my stuffs and get ready for the first class.

Austin was still not in school. I had to admit that I was getting worried.

I dropped my bag, took some books and left to arrange them in my locker which was situated outside the class. The multitude of people in the hallway had greatly reduced, but that wasn't my concern at the moment. There was this strange feeling tugging at my gut as I stood right in front of my locker.

It should be locked. We all locked our stuffs at the end of the day, talk more of the term. But I followed my instinct by pulling on the handle and just like I predicted, it was hell open. A generous amount of sand with tens of disfigured papers, pouring to the floor.

I stilled.

This was ridiculous and disturbing. Letting out a dark chuckle, I took one of the trashy papers left with the little sand that was still on my locker and opened it.

'Pyscho.

You should die.

Dieee!'

I swallowed hard and banged the locker shut, knowing fully well who was behind this shit.

I walked into the class and Oluchi immediately flew up from her seat, leaving the class at that instant.

The wicked runneth when no one purseth.

Totally ignoring her, I dropped the books I was carrying on my desk which left a loud thud as I unzipped my bag and got out the brace knuckles I had surreptitiously taken from my father's punishment room, last night when he gave the beating of my life.

"What's that? What the hell is she... doing with that?" Someone whispered beside me.

What

do

you

think, sweetie?

I walked straight to Rosanne, trying to hold back my rage.

"What do you want again, Priscilla?" Her eyes widened upon seeing me before her, putting on the brace knuckles on my right hand.

I grabbed her roughly by the collar.

"Did you or did you not pack that shit load of sand in my locker?"

Her eyes bulged out now. "No! Fuck, leave me."

My grip on her collar tightened. She coughed, hitting my shoulder for some release.

"Did you or did you not write that crap about me?"

I was going to be ruthless with her.

"N-No!" She stuttered, barely breathing. "You're such a pyscho!"

Roughly, I pushed her to the ground the very moment those words escaped her lips.

"This is your last chance, Rosanne." I warned, not minding that half the attention of the whole class was now on me.

She coughed violently as she stroked her neck, tears forming in her eyes.

"Did you or did you not call me a pyscho and ask me to die?!" I asked, staring at her with acrimony.

She briefly closed her eyes, swallowing hard. "I did."

I smiled, bending slightly and shoving her by her hair. Rosanne's scream pierced the air as she tried to get out of my hold. But the more she fought, the more pains she inflicted on herself.

"You shouldn't be stupid, Rosanne. I'm just starting with you." Those words were accompanied with a heavy blow right on her jaw.

The brace knuckles wasted no time in blooding her face. It did more justice to her face, than my fist could ever do and I smiled in euphoria as I delivered several deadly blows across her face.

"Get a freaking hold of her!!!"

"Jesus, what a lunatic."

"Wait, I'm sincerely surprised no one saw this coming."

I kept on with my work, ignoring every single word I heard. Blood flew here and there, meaning that I was doing my work right. My face, for one, had streaks of warm-ness flowing down it.

Her blood tasted like melting chocolate.

I laughed, staring right at her nearly deformed, bloodied face. She looked so pathetic right now and it made me shiver with excitement.

Suddenly, the class fell quiet and clicks of shoes against the marbled ground filled the air. I tilted my head to the back, moving my shoulder just a little. And just like I sensed- It was Austin Ndu with two teachers behind him marching straight to me.

Author's Note:

*Sighs*

You didn't see this coming did you?

There's no cliché here. Just back to back serving of cold agbo and grilled rice.😂🌚

Await the next chapter, as e dey hot.

Btw, this chapter was very tiring to write. I re wrote it, as I lost the first and perfect draft that I made.

But we meuve.

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