author - "Azeezat Oluwa"
It has been three months since she died. 91 days, 2,184 hours I have not been taking it well. I refuse to get out of my room. Uncle Max tries to come in but I don’t let anybody in. I hear voices from down the hall. Uncle Max is talking to someone . “ She won’t let anyone in,” Says Max. “ Not even the boyfriend?” asked someone else. “ Yeah,” Someone very unfamiliar walks into the room. I throw my pillow at the person. “ Go away,” “ Makaila I am doctor Johnson,” He says. “ What do you want,” “ I
It has been three months since she died. 91 days, 2,184 hours I have not been taking it well. I refuse to get out of my room. Uncle Max tries to come in but I don’t let anybody in. I hear voices from down the hall. Uncle Max is talking to someone . “ She won’t let anyone in,” Says Max. “ Not even the boyfriend?” asked someone else. “ Yeah,” Someone very unfamiliar walks into the room. I throw my pillow at the person. “ Go away,” “ Makaila I am doctor Johnson,” He says. “ What do you want,” “ I