Hidden Scars

Four victims have been murdered, and nobody knows who did it or why. Even the police are clueless. What's even more mysterious is that all the victims died in the same way. We're all on the edge of our seats, waiting for the case to be solved!

After catching a glimpse of the news on tv,I carried on with my journey. it's like the world is always quick to judge without knowing the whole truth. All you have to do is play the victim card, and suddenly you're seen as innocent even if you're the one at fault.

It's really frustrating to see the true victims being overlooked. I'm so tired of living in this kind of life, where the rich can get away with anything while the poor suffer for things they didn't even do. It's just not fair. And what's even worse is that the younger generation is starting to imitate these actions. Something definitely needs to be done to change this corrupt world we live in.

As soon as I stepped into my apartment, I went straight into the shower. The hot water cascaded over me, washing away the weariness of the day. Once refreshed, I hurried into the dimly lit room, its shadows creating an air of mystery. With a camera in hand, I carefully positioned it in front of me, ready to capture whatever unfolded. The anticipation filled the room as I took my seat.

"Hey guys, I'm Alex. I want to share my life story with you". My childhood wasn't enjoyable at all. My dad worked as a taxi driver and my mom was a stay-at-home mom. Unfortunately, both my mom and I have been victims of domestic violence for as long as I can remember.

It was so bad that I would go to school with swollen eyes and broken legs. The teachers and principal turned a blind eye, and even my mom would try to cover up the abuse with makeup, thinking my dad would change.

But everything changed when a new teacher came along. She didn't ignore the situation like everyone else. She helped me, even though I was hesitant at first. In my mind, I felt a glimmer of hope that I could escape this miserable life, but little did I know that my mom would lead me into an even bigger misery.

One day,when I went to school,I played ignorant not hearing what the teachers said about me. But they weren’t wrong at all,they are not my parents and neither were the government paying them to pry into the student private life,but still they word hurts,as I clench my chest,desperate to keep my tears in check. I control myself,as I wouldn’t want anyone to intervene on the reason for my tears.

I carefully found my way to my classroom still feeling hurt by their words. Minutes later,the school principal, Mr Okon,came into our classroom,as we all got up to greet him. He then introduce the female beside him and said that this was our new teacher from now on,as he prompt her to introduce herself to us.

She did with a smile on her face. She was very admirable,as her smile was like a ray of sunshine,illuminated the entire classroom. I couldn’t help but stare hard on her face before the principal drag her out to have a word or two,leaving me feeling a little bit disappointed.

After few minutes,she returned back into the classroom. Her warm smile,still vivid in the present of all. As she proceed in teaching,she somehow caught me staring intently on her,as she approaches me.