Self proclaimed saints chapter 8
The steady rhythm of arabic recitation was the antidote for my untimely blackout.
I could already tell that it was Selina from her voice, and although she didn't sound like she had a good pace, the words were still somewhat soothing.
A light caress of air helped dry the tiny beads of sweat along my hairline.
For a while, I lay still, body numb with fatigue, I had no idea why, but it felt like I'd been chased by a bunch of monkey people.
Peeling my eyes open, I found Selinas plump body crouched over me, gripping a thin magazine between her fingers, as she gently fanned my face.
Her mouth broke into a smile, as her low whispers halted, she blew over the top of my head.
"This shall protect you" she said bringing a glass of water to my lips, which I drank greedily.
A well deserved kick from the inner walls of my stomach, almost had me coughing up the liquid.
Yeah drink up kid, even though I still have no idea of what the fudge you're doing inside of me.
I know, I tend to have imaginary conversations with the bump every now and again. But I am a soon to be parent, better to accept fate than fight with it.
"You ok" Selina asked, clearly she wanted an explanation, I mean nobody fainted for nothing, but then again when pregnant, women were always prone to be anaemic.
"Yeah just a spell of weakness you know" I croaked, dismissing it with a small smile.
Didn't seem like she brought it, for her mouth stretched into a thin line "I don't think so".
Feigning innocence I merely fluttered my eyelashes and softened my voice,"What do you mean?"
"You were muttering in a strange language, and your voice..." she visibly gulped, her complexion paling slightly, as though she were recalling an unpleasant event.
"Really? Oh I was probably dreaming" I laughed.
Right Lila, this convincing game was working really well. Not.
"Im not going to sugar coat it Lila"
Oh please do, 2 years of physical torture would make me lie till I was blue in the face.
"You have a demom inside of you" there it was, painful truth.
Don't get me wrong I had a hunch all along that I was somewhat possessed, and its not just something that I read off the internet.
I mean my parents had tried their best to 'cleanse' me, but it was all in vain. Since my father hired some saint guy, who to be honest, looked and talked like a local construction worker.
Anyway this 'saint' was his idea of an exorcism, which was to bath me inside and out with boiling hot water.
Imagine drinking hot tea straight from the kettle, obviously you'd sip at it right, who doesnt love a hot drink?
Well, imagine being forced to gulp down glass upon on glass of boiling hot water, followed by buckets of boiling water all over my body.
Being chained to a chair for countless hours, didn't make it easy at all. During my cleansing period , I was not allowed to see my parents, not even my brothers who to this day try to keep in touch with me.
But you know, some things never leave your mind.
So one day I wrote a suicide note to my family, having enough money in my pocket to get myself out of the area.To Selena I could only force a smile, and promise her that I'd try and take care of myself.
Knowing fully well, that I'd rather suffer and give birth, than endure the pain of hell.