My Sister Is Dead And It’s All My Fault.
It all started the day I came into this world with my twin sister; let’s call her Chi-Chi.
Chi-Chi and I did everything together and we
can do anything for each other. We got it so bad for each other that sometime I would wear colors like: Yellow, pink—colors I hated, just to co-ordinate with her and she would do same for me. The bond that my twin, Chi-Chi and I shared lingered even till university.
First year in the university I decided to go to the club with some of my friends and course-mates. While at the club, I got drunk, not only with wine but also with excitement and yes, freedom. Little did I know that the club was a den for cultist-fraternity members, and also a hunting ground for new members. I was partying so hard: throwing money here and there and buying drinks for my friends. After that night, I was marked by the most dreaded cult in the University for Initiation.
Some days later, while I was in the company of my friends and their girlfriends, three horror-looking guys came up to us and ordered everybody to leave except me. They all left in a hurry. Yes, they introduced me to their cult and when they are finished, I asked why only I and their response were “because you are special”. I told them I’d think about it.
Days passed even though they make sure that I run into at least one of them every day, like they were stalking me.
One night, as I was returning from night class, some guys jumped out from the bushes and one of them said “so you think we be your mate?” before I could alter a word, they gave me the beating of my life. After much persuasion, I joined.
My sister had three ‘homes’ on campus: my room-most preferred, her room and the lecture hall. During one of her visits, my fraternity ‘Capone’ who was also visiting for some drinks and Kush saw her and fell for her. He told me of his interest in my sister but I boldly looked him in the face and told him to leave my sister alone, but would a Capone be deterred when he wanted something? No, never. He approached my sister but she turned him down as I advised her to but one thing about these cultists is that the more you say no, the more interested and persuasive they get, like getting a ‘yes’ from you it’s their birth-right or something.
One week later, while my sister was returning from lectures in the company of her friends, Da Capone halted her rudely and in a fit of rage, my sister made the worst mistake of her life, she slapped Da Capone, in the full glare of her friends in broad day light.
When I heard what happened, I was sore afraid for my sister because I know what slapping a Capone in secret could lead to let alone in public. I ran to the Capone prostrated before and begged him to temper justice with mercy, he acted like we are cool but days later, it happened.
My sister was abducted from her dorm room, taken to an unknown destination and raped by six guys. When I heard this, I looked to the heavens and swore to avenge my sister.
I became a shadow of myself: wouldn’t eat or talk to anyone.
Chi-Chi on noticing that I was up to something came to my dorm room and showed me a video the sent to her threatening to wipe out our entire family if we make the ‘wrong’ move. After watching the video, my sister went on her knees and begged me to let it go and leave vengeance for God. Realizing how helpless I have become, I wept my eyes out.
My sister fell severely ill due to post rape complication. I had to take her home for proper care. Five months later she died. I dropped out of school because I couldn’t bear the pain and guilt.
Three year later, I persuaded my parents to send me to school in Ghana where I am currently schooling.
There is no day that passed without me wanting to tell my parents the truth about what killed their daughter but how would I do that without re-opening old wounds? And if I tell them then what? They will probably go and make trouble with these DEVIL and they come and wipe us all out? Hmmm seems like a no win situation but I feel like I am the only one losing, losing my mind, losing my sense of worth, losing myself. I need advice, I need ASAP. WHAT DO I DO?
Like you said, this is a no-win situation. I don’t think telling your parents what really happened is going to make you feel any better. They might not be rational enough to understand that this is not entirely your fault and what could be worse than being blamed for the death of someone you love? it’s terrible. so be a man and keep this to yourself and while you are at it, understand that you are not a bad person, you just made a mistake–joining the fraternity, we all have at one point. Forgive yourself. Let it go.
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