Episode One – LEXY ( WHERE IT ALL STARTED)

LEXY ( WHERE IT ALL STARTED)

I’ve had a lot of things happen to me in life. As I ruminate on the situations I’ve had to overcome, I gazed in awe. The near-death experiences, the emotional and psychological trauma I’ve had to endure as well as depressing experiences have made me wondered if I was human. 

One evening, the street laid still under the moonlight, the heat of the day was gradually declining, embracing the suiting warmth. I sat there on an old wooden bench with my right hand placed gently on my lap, jotting out and a chunk of it fixed firmly and enthusiastically to my chin as I stared passionately into the wonderful velvety sky in admiration, with the crickets chirping in the background.

As I reminisce on the accidents I’ve had, that could have truncated my life and sent me sleeping with the fishes. Bizarre you’d say, I know. I’ve had a couple of them but I recall the first vividly.

My name is Alexa Sanya but my friends call me Lexy and this is my story…

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It was a school day, school that day was fun and my elder brother John came to pick me from school as usual. Each time he came around he usually buys me anything I want, biscuits, sweets, chocolate, Ice cream, and the likes, I had a sweet tooth.

“Lexy! Hope you’ll share your biscuit with me when we close?” questioned Isabel. Isabel was my bosom friend in the class, and she usually ate from the snacks that my brother would buy for me. “Yes!” I responded with a smile. Today, I have an unusual interest in something else. There is an old woman selling popcorn just across the street, a stone throw from my school building. I could perceive the sweet-savory aroma from my classroom and the thought of buying it when my brother comes, got me brimming with joy.

“Lexy stop, Leexxy…!” John screamed. There was brief silence accompanied by cries for help; a child was lying helplessly on the street in excruciating pain. There was a motorcycle zooming off in the distance, and people raining curses after the unknown bike man. It was a hit-and-run. I have been involved in an accident and I had a brush with death.

I couldn’t move my body, I couldn’t move my legs, and it felt so uncomfortable. As I opened my eyes slowly so that they got accustomed to the light in the room. This is not my room, this is not the room I usually woke up in, I thought to myself. I looked around the room, the curtains, the various posters on the wall, that smell of iodine and sick people, I was at the hospital. I looked around again, and my eyes dashed to the figure sitting down at my bedside sleeping not so peacefully, it was john.

The incident rendered me immobile for a week and four days due to the severity. John couldn’t forgive himself for being so careless with me and my dad was livid about it.

I was only four years old.

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