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She just didn't know when to stop, and that was the outrageous part about her. I really wanted to share my encounter with somebody and she was the only person I could share some of my secrets with, but since she was taking the experience for a folly, I decided to end my tale there and then, if she didn't think that what I was saying was rational I didn't want the conversation to press further.

"You know what, you're incredible," I heaved out in utter frustration.

"I'm not the one who sounds like they're making up some fairy tale, "

"It's not a fairy tale, I saw a portal open in the forest today." I retorted, still trying to maintain my serenity.

She sighed, "I know your life is kind of boring right now and you're trying to fit in, but you do not have to make things up..."

Did I mention that Gehal was too blunt? Well, she is, and most times it got on my brasses.

"My life isn't boring, " I yelled

Realizing I was overreacting, I adjusted myself on the bed and cleared my throat. "My life isn't boring, " I repeated.

I wanted to hurl the necklace from my pocket and dangle it in her face as evidence and watch her countenance change from mockery to one of bewilderment, but a mysterious force prevented it. The pressure to keep the necklace a secret from her was overwhelming, I wish I could prove myself and shut her up, I couldn't explain what it was but I knew I had to go along with my countenance....if it was my countenance.

"Poor kid," she patted my shoulder and scooted to the foot of the bed.

She turned and studied my face for a long while before saying "You need to get sleep now, you look extremely stressed, and this one is no gag." And with that, she left my room.

I guess that was my good night message from her, I tossed and turned myself on the bed but I was quite unable to drift into the realm of dreams. After several failed attempts to get my body to relax, I sat up and brought out the necklace from my pocket to inspect it once more and store it away in a haven.

I gasped in shock when I saw that the necklace had divided and the second half was missing, the feeling I got from seeing the necklace broken resembled that of a child that had maimed her only exotic toy. My fingers felt warm and I noticed that a sparkly dust-like substance was falling from the area that had broken out.

Suddenly, without any warning, an inexplicable sensation began to creep through my limbs. At first, it was a subtle twitch in my fingers, barely noticeable. Confusion furrowed my brow as the sensation intensified, quickly spreading to my arms and legs. My muscles tensed and rebelled against me, seizing control in a cruel twist.

A surge of panic coursed through my veins as I realized I had no control over my own body. Fear gripped my heart, constricting it like a merciless vice. My mind screamed for help, but my voice was trapped in the chaos that had seized my entire being.

My limbs flailed uncontrollably, jerking in uncoordinated movements like marionettes with their strings tangled. My once peaceful living room turned into a battleground, where I fought against an invisible enemy that held me, hostage, within my own flesh.

Time seemed to slow down as seconds stretched into eternity. Each convulsion sent waves of agony through my body, like electric shocks surging through my nerves. Sweat poured from my brow, drenching my trembling form as the seizure raged on.

The necklace fell out of my hand while I was engrossed in jerking and plummeting everything that lay in my way.

A soft knock came on the door, and my body's tremors halted as if by magic. The constriction in my throat disappeared and the heavy feeling in my chest too had vanished. I had no words to explain what had happened, It was beyond incomprehensible.

I looked around my room and beheld the items I had unintentionally hurled into destruction. I had smashed practically all over my properties and the room was in complete disarray, I tried to hide the best I could, shuffling some under the bed and stuffing the rest into the wardrobe which could barely fit. My eyes found the necklace laying carelessly on the floor, I picked and scanned the room for a safe place to hide it, but finding none, I plunged it into my pocket.

I knew I couldn't let the person at the door see this because I wouldn't have the words to explain myself, let alone convey it to someone else. It wasn't my fault I was experiencing the spasms and I probably needed medical help urgently but the intense desire to hide them prevented me. Different thoughts were running In my head concurrently, and I was so unsure of what to do next, I just stood there and held my head with both hands amidst sobs

"Who's there?" I tried to sound as normal as possible, I didn't want to feed off any sign of irregularities.

There wasn't any response.

"Is anyone there?"

"It's me, sweetie, I brought you the tea. Can I come in?" Some of her voice was muffled by the door that stood in between.

I didn't know if it was the room's temperature or mine all I knew was that the air was thick with tension and it made my blood boil and I felt uneasy. Perspiration had soiled my linen and my palms were trickling with sweat. I clutched the necklace tightly to myself and scampered toward the door, shoving things in my way with my feet as I walked.

I opened my mouth to say something to get her to leave me alone but my throat was dry, I scraped at my throat in an attempt to get something out but no words were not forthcoming.

"I'm fine, I don't need any disturbance now." I had managed to say but my voice was awfully hoarse, I crossed my fingers in anticipation of her response and shut my eyes tightly hoping she hadn't figured out something was off.

"It's just tea, I promise I won't take much of your time." She wasn't giving up letting me strand her just yet.

"I don't want any tea,"

"The tea will help in relieving your stress, can you just open up for me?" It seemed like Aunt Veke had a knack for pushing me out of my comfort zone. This moment was no exception.

Uggghhh.... Why wasn't she retreating? I was panicking already and I terribly wished for something or someone would distract her right now.

I reached for the nearest textile. I wiped my face and hands with it before tossing it to the floor, I opened the door slowly and saw her standing right in front squarely with her legs apart holding a medium-sized transparent pitcher that she rubbed gently with a small rag, it contained a greenish substance and air-steaming through the lid

When she saw me, her face lit up and she gave me the warmest smile, I felt my heart sinking. I couldn't ignore my aunt's request,

On the other hand, I couldn't bear the thought of disappointing my beloved aunt.

I hesitated for a moment, my mind spinning with conflicting thoughts. I wanted to run back in and shut the door in her face, but I couldn't, for it was ingrained in me by my parents to always be polite and respectful

Slowly, I walked out of the room and waged myself in between her and the door to keep her from peeking.

"Here," she handed over the pitcher to me while still maintaining her smile.

I took it from her and looked inside the container, barely seeing the mixture made me want to throw my insides up. Surprisingly, she cupped my face and stared unflinchingly into my eyes, her frail hands were warm from holding the pitcher for too long.

"The storm won't last forever, whatever is happening to you now is going to pass," her words were reassuring but deep down I knew whatever had started in my life now wasn't going to end anytime soon.....I hated it when I listened to the voice, but it had always been right.

She wiped the tear on my cheek with her thumb, I hadn't noticed I was crying, I was experiencing a variety of emotions at once and didn't know which one to let out.

"I want you to finish all of this content, it'll help you sleep well tonight," she motioned toward the container with eyes and I followed suit.

She kissed my forehead good night and walked away. I stood rooted to the spot and subconsciously watched her back sway at every stride she took.

Immediately she was out of sight my hands started to tremble, I rushed back into my room and kept the pitcher on a table for fear it might fall from my hands and shatter.