HELLO, MR HEARTBREAK

Many years passed after our graduation from high school,

Rachael's parent relocated to the State, while I continued my life here in California, I started going to graphics classes, while I waited for my admission.

Rachael and I never loss contact of each other, each day I would always call her, just to hear her voice.

One day my father came back home with an envelop in his hand, I was not happy that very day because my mates were already receiving admission into the university and polytechnics of their choice,

when it was time for dinner my dad asked me to get the envelop from the bed, with a Moody face, I just pretended like I heard nothing. When dinner was over my dad called me to his room , he brought out the topic about the envelop he asked me to bring for him,I had no interest in it, because I thought it was one of his usual money he receives and he wanted me to count it for him.

Just as I was about to leave the room , he held my hand and pulled me back, I hit my knee on the wooden part of the bed, in a very obsessed manner I shouted at him, for the first time in history I raised my voice at my own dad. That night he just sent me out of the room, and I went out to the garden, I just sat they to receive little air when I had gunshot in a particular building close to our own apartment, I was so furious that the gunshot did not even move me to take shelter. I only stood up for a moment and then went back on my sit on a wooden platform.

After two minute of the gunshot incidence, I saw some young masked boys coming out of a building with a bag on one of them hand, immediately I stood up and I tried to find my way into the house, before I was even able to take a step I got shot at the back. I fell on my knee before laying flat on the ground, if not for my dad that came out after the second gunshot and found my lifeless body on the ground, I don't know what story I would be writing, or should have been written about me .

My dad paid huge amount of money just for me to be able to walk again, my spinal cord was really affected, I started using crochet to walk after spending six mouth in the hospital,

my father found my condition really disturbing, as old as he his, he would take me to the bathroom, toilet and he does everything around the house, the only thing I could to help was to sleep, eat and sleep again.

Throughout all this period I did not even bother to call Rachael, I just needed some break from everything around me, it was like the earth was against me. One night I picked up an old magazine of my father, just as I was going through it I found a page where the writer talked about where he did a surgery for him to be able to walk properly again, I wrote out the address and I made my research to be sure such a place truly exist before telling my dad about it. That night the plan I made was to stress out the life of the old man so he would see reasons with me why I should carry out a surgery, I called him to get me a glass of water at first, then later I called him that I wanted to use the toilet, after using the toilet I said I was hungry and I needed something that has enough pepper knowing fully well we had none in the house, my dad would do anything just to see me comfortable, even if it takes the last drop of his blood, he went round to every neighbour to ask for pepper after getting one he made me sweet pepper soup and he killed a goat that very night for me. I observed that the punishment wasn't enough, it was just like he was building ismuscles, I even got frustrated because I started asking for things that doesn't matter .

Finally , I settle and I was ready to tell him what I had in mind, I brought out the magazine and showed it to my father , he was so surprise to have seen it with me, it looked like it was something he had been looking for a very long time, I gave it to him, then I asked him if he had gone through the magazine before, he said no but he only love the magazine because of it's cover and the images, the magazine had these unique cover that even someone that hates story would fall in love with it.

I opened to the page where the author wrote about the hospital were I can still find hope to walk again, I read it to him and he just laughed at me, it sound so funny to him, because the person bone would be replace with that of a metal object, I begged him for a try but he wasn't ready to loss me.

Starting from that day I saved money in my piggy bank, even though the surgery cost a lot , I still did not mind , all my intention was to see my self back on my feet.

One night I got a text from an unknown number, "YOU HAVE DONE ENOUGH, AM REALLY TRIED OF ALL THIS TRASH YOU KEEP DOING ,PLEASE DON'T BOTHER CALLING ME NOW BECAUSE MY NUMBER WONT BE REACHABLE, HAVE A GOOD TIME FINDING SOMEONE LIKE ME", the text was just like what these, immediately my mind went straight to Rachael, I was so scared to call her that night, because she asked me not to call in the text, and I wouldn't want to make the situation worst.

I waited till the following morning, then I decided to call her, my surprise was that the number was ringing but no one picked the call, I felt like she was still angry at me for not calling all this while , that night a spirit just told me to call her again, so I decided to try my luck, these time around someone picked it but it sounded more like a guy , I crossed check the number to be sure it was the same person I was calling,then I kept the conversion going , we both exchange greetings, and immediately I went straight to ask him about Rachael, but to my surprise she had traveled to another country to pursue her course .

I felt really bad because without anybody telling me what that text is, I knew it was a BREAKUP text.

After three month of saving the money for my surgery it was a little huge to take care of the hospital bills, all I needed was transportation fare, I begged my dad to give me a chance to try my luck and see what comes out of it.