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VISIBLE AND INVISIBLE WOUNDS

Love, betrayal, truth, lies, disappointments, success, happiness, sadness, death, desperation, and more. These are the challenges of life that have caused us to end up with wounds that are either visible, invisible or even both. In this story, Tasha is going to take us through her life and as well as that of those around her.

Passionate7CLARIS · Urban
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I want my memories erased

Communication is very vital indeed, who knew the relationship between Lisa and I could be mended. We got to understand each other and if one had to cross another's boundary it had to be done politely and with a limit also. This brought us closer and the gap that Anne had left was no longer vacant or void, there was never a dull moment with her around such that I almost forgot my misery, until the day she received an unexpected call...

"Hello is this Miss Lisa Mero?"

"Yeah, who am I speaking to?"

"Pardon my manners ma'am, I'm officer Maga calling you from the Metro Police Station..."

(Surprised) "Officer, how may I help you, am I in trouble?"

(Letting out a light laugh and sounding friendly) "No, not at all Miss it's your friend Tasha..."

(Confused) "Oh, o-oka-ay."

"Well, I would like you to come and get her."

"Huh!, Officer, I'm confused, is that Tasha Naro you are talking about?"

"Yes, Tasha Naro..."

"What! What happened, is she okay, was she involved in an accident, is she hurt ..?"

"Calm down ma'am, she is okay but just wasted..."

"Heh! wasted, what exactly do you mean?"

"Ma'am I think it's best if you get here then we will explain everything to you."

"Sure, I am coming right now," she said hanging up the call, rushing around clearing her desk, and picking up her belongings to leave.

She went and informed her boss that she had to leave work early because I wasn't feeling well. After the boss's approval, she got a cab and headed to the police station. The moment she got into officer Maga's office she was greeted by the stench of alcohol and also found me(Tasha) lying on the floor, mumbling words that no one could understand.

(Rushing) "Jesus Christ, Tasha!" She said trying to make me stand and sit on the chair that was in the office.

After she was done, she then supported me with her body so that I wouldn't fall.

"I'm so sorry officer, pardon me barging in without knocking."

"No problem ma'am, I can see you care so much about her."

"You can call me Lisa, also she is my friend and her life hasn't been easy though I do not know much, she is struggling to put herself together."

"Oh I see, anyway she was brought in here with a guy that she was fighting with..."

(Tearing) "Like seriously!"

"Fortunately, I was the one who handled her case otherwise if it was someone else she was going to spend a night in the cells. I am letting her go because I think she needs serious help and locking her up will not do any good but more harm to her, she doesn't look okay. However, if something like this happens again I will be left with no option but to lock her up."

"Thank you very much officer, I will try to have her get all the help that she needs, also should I pay for anything?"

"No don't worry she paid for the damages at the bar, for the guy's hospital bills, and fine also, she had some cash on her."

(Sigh) "Very well then, I am very grateful, and thank you once again."

"Sure, do not forget to warn her that pretty ladies don't fight," he said smiling.

Lisa then called a cab that took us home, she helped me get into my room and gave me a lot of water to drink. I spent quite some time going to and fro the toilet to pee, later I then slept. Around 10 pm I woke up and my head was killing me, only to find Lisa lying beside me. I woke her so that she could give me some painkillers which she did.

"Can we talk about what happened today?" She said sitting straight, looking very worried.

"I'm sorry I can't, maybe tomorrow," I said covering my face with the blanket.

"Well, tomorrow then, I think you should stop going to work for now."

"Yeah, cool."

Lisa left my room for hers, but I could tell that she didn't want to and she was worried about me. But she was so hesitant to voice it out because she didn't want us to argue or fight again. She then informed our boss that I would not come to work for about a month and she wasn't coming the following day. Though it was on short notice, the boss agreed. I also slept very well, maybe it's because I was still tipsy when I slept for the second time. The following day I was woken by the smell of food, I headed into the bathroom, washed my face, brushed my teeth, and headed to the kitchen.

"Good morning, " said Lisa as she placed the plates on the kitchen table.

"Morning," I said yawning and sitting on one of the kitchen chairs.

"You are not showering?"

"Yeah," I said dishing some food for myself, I just had two spoons of the food and I was no longer feeling like eating anymore.

"Not eating anymore?"

"Yeah."

"I understand you might not be feeling well now but eat something so that I can give you some pills."

I didn't say anything, I just wagged my head in disagreement.

"I am tired Lisa, I want everything to end..."

She stopped eating, and looked at me for a while without a word,

"Meaning?" She said sounding concerned.

(Tears flowing, showing pain) "I also don't know, all I know is I no longer want to fight anymore, I am so burnt, this world is so cruel and I want to go somewhere, where there is no sorrow, no heartbreaks, lies, betrayal from those whom you trust and love. I feel like I want to go."

(Worried and scared) "What exactly happened yesterday?"

(Sniffing and trying to control myself) "I met an enemy."

(Confused) "Huh."

"Someone who betrays your trust and stabs you in the back what do you call that?"

"Why are you beating around the bush?"

(Wiping tears with my hand) "Because I do not want to touch that wound."

"That's why it is hurting you too much. Some wounds need to be opened again, treated, and eventually, they will heal for good. Tasha, you need to let it out, as much as no one can solve your problems but a problem shared is half solved. I am not just here to inform Anne about your well-being but also want to be a friend, a sister, and a shoulder that you can cry on." She said holding my hand and softly rubbing it.

(Hitting my head with both hands) "I don't want to, I don't want to remember, I don't want to talk about it, I just want everything to be gone," I said sobbing and burying my face into my hands.

"Shshshshshshsh, I know, I understand let's take it step by step okay."

"I...I want my memories to be erased..."

(Dumbfounded)

"Call doctor Flo, I want all my memories of the past erased..."

(Helpless) "Huh, why Tasha, why do you want to do that to yourself?"

(Determined, becoming angry, tearing) "ARE YOU DEAF? I SAID I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE, I AM TIRED OF LIVING, TIRED OF EVERYTHING. I WANT MY MEMORIES ERASED SO THAT I WILL FORGET AND START OVER AGAIN OKAY. I AM SINKING, I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE, THANKS TO YOUR STUPID SISTER ANNE, I HAVE TO DEAL WITH THIS GOD-FORSAKEN LIFE. YOU SAID YOU WANT TO HELP ME, THEN CALL DOCTOR FLO NOW OR I WILL DO IT MYSELF.

(Trying to be calm) "Oh, okay I will... I will call Flo just calm down let's go to my room and get my phone."

Lisa was scared to leave me so she held me by the hand leading me into her room. She sat me on her bed and took her phone from the dressing table. She didn't know what to do or say, she kept scrolling and staring at her phone for a while and then later remembered what doctor Flo had told her. She gave her sleeping tablets and they were meant for emergencies like these. So she pretended to call doctor Flo whilst unlocking the safe where she kept all pills, and gave them to me.

"While we wait you may have these pills they can help with the hangover."

I drank the pills and without me realizing I had fallen into a deep sleep.

CHAPTER EIGHT LOADING...

Who else wish to know what happened to Tasha in the past? I feel like she just needs to hit the nail on the head but I do understand her it's not easy.

Creation is hard, cheer me up!

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