'1,2,3,4,5,6,7' the counts were heard , but somehow that doesn't bother you , you know why? If you are thinking that this a normal occurrence for you, then you are very correct,
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'you are running out of time girl you have seven more instances left to save your self' said the counting voice, what it sounds like? it was a gritty and unnerving voice made up of many layered voices wrapped together, now what did you do when you heard this ? nothing in particular in contradiction to what happened when you first heard that voice three months ago , '1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10', yes it did count till ten at one time but after you were grazed by a woman on white , black hair and deep dark sunken eyes the numbers have been depreciating since, the last number update was three weeks ago. but although it was scary you couldn't share this with anyone , you sought solutions online and contacted mediums both local and overseas and when they all ruled it to a stress induced experience.
You contacted a therapist who gave you the contact of a personal medium of his who goes on to tell you that this phenomenon meant nothing, after a hefty confrontation with the "spirits".,
money wasn't a problem for you , you had money, lots of it actually from your renowned medical father to your very rich chattered accountant mother , you had everything.
But one thing, they are never home , you only have a faint idea of your father's temperament or face even and although your mother comes home every now and then , you knew little about her too, and did you ever make friends ? well no....there were too many burnt bridges.
You woke up breathing profusely, you have been doing that since the inception of these weird dreams, did I forget to mention that all these were your dreams? , yes! It was all a dream, starting from the beginning, your name? Anabel Prince a privileged girl who lived in the government reserved area of your city, you are a 21 year old and had just completed tertiary education a month ago , graduating with first class in Banking and finance from the prestigious Coleson University was it merited or bought ?only you have the answer.
You were meant to meet up with a new therapist today by 12 pm and it was only 7am so you still had a lot of time, you stood up and lazily walked down stairs, yes you live in a double decked ultra-modern house, a bit too big for a growing child who needed his parents but only hot money thrown at her face. You heard chortles and laughter coming from the living room at the ground floor while approaching .
you could recognize those coarse voices it was mom and dad and the house keeper and an extra unfamiliar voice, deep and gentle, you stopped in your tracks and heaved heavily and continued, as soon as you appeared at a visible angle , your father wheezed and clapped
'Good morning sweet angel'
'Good morning my dearest' your mother joined immediately but before you could get a chance to reply another greeting came
'Greetings Young master'
it was from the house keeper she was sitting with the rest, bombarded with this unfamiliarised scenario you winced mildly and finally decided to set for a simple reply
'Good morning' you replied quite daintily and immediately stepped down from the last platform.
You decided to throw in a query and strike when the iron was still hot , you had no reason for doing this, you already know the answer but something in you decided to put on a show for that Anonymous person in the room, who you were yet to catch a proper glimpse of.
'didn't hear you guys come in yesterday'
'oh, honey we arrived this morning' your dad replied immediately, that wasn't the answer you were expecting, they usually arrive late at night, if they ever planned to come back home .
They were always so late that by the time they are back you are fast asleep, but since your dad gave an unexpected answer you were subtly glad.
'oh , this is your step cousin, honey he just arrived from Italy, we went to pick him up on our way back' said your mother, mind you… they inquired nothing of your well-being. But you finally caught a good look of the figure, it was a boy with long legs, you subconsciously concluded that he was about six feet tall , he was chocolate skinned, judging by the popping veins on his hands he was a gym fanatic, a toned body and a very well structured face, he wore a low taper fade and a unique moustache and had good sense of style too judging from his get up, black jean jacket and trouser with loafers, it was all in all a spectacular sight. The boy stood up and you immediately gave yourself a mental score of being right about his height , he extended his hands to you for a greeting, he was towering over you, you felt enclosed
'Hi, my name is Daniel, Daniel prince' he pulled out the family name, you took his hands and wiggled it softly.
'hi I am Mirabel, Mirabel prince,' you replied, smiling mildly, your parents broke into an uncontrollable laughter, the house keeper joined in on the laughter too.
'and he's serious!!' said your out of breath father, you tried to look for the joke not knowing that you are a victim of a just conducted "prank",
'I am so sorry, I try so hard not to play with people but I can't just help it.. I am a natural jester you know, I am not a prince my last name is brown' he said , your hand still in his , you quickly withdrew and stomped upstairs, and, that's when you realized that oh this was his laugh fishing tactic and you hated that you were an active participant of a prank this was an overreaction on your part but somehow you felt something you haven't felt in a long while, it was the same feeling from 8 years ago on the day of your nude leak , humiliation , intimidation , embarrassment. You hated him for this