Tara stood in front of the mirror, unsure if this was what she looked like before the said accident. If her face was this oval, if her nose was tending to broadness of if her smile was beautiful. How could she have forgotten who she was and what her name sounded like? Nothing frustrated her more.
Her vision stood hazy. She was looking for a reason to continue living, she was looking for a reason to not drive the dagger she was holding through her stomach, she was looking for a reason on her wall mirror.
A fierce wind descended upon her window and made its way into her room. It carried the smell of rain. She wondered if it was the smell of rain or the tension in her fingers that had caused the tightness in her stomach. "How ironic it will be to die in front of a mirror" she thought to herself before driving the small dagger through her stomach. She felt pain and that pain brought back her memories.
And then it played before her eyes; that night in August when the rain fell in bits and lightening studded the dark grey sky, that was the night Jerome pushed her from the balcony on the second floor and that was where she lost her memory.
Then the smell of rain filled her nostrils and a dagger stood half buried in her stomach. Her memories came back but her life began to drain away. She had found a reason to live; to smell the rain, to feel the wild breeze caress her soft skin, to forgive Jerome.
She dragged with caution to where her phone lay on the side wardrobe and she dialed Jerome.
Written by; Farida Adamu.
