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THE ILLUSIONS OF MY LIFE - Chapter 2

  FIFI’s POV -Chapter 2 All I remember, was red, a color I seemed to be seeing a lot of lately. Nothing in my world had been as clear as the red I had seen for the past twenty-four hours. I was in a dark room with no windows and a full bar in front of me. I was sweaty and I had a bloody shirt on that had a very nauseating smell of blood on it. Some parts of my clothes were torn beyond repair and my face was scratched up, while my entire body had lots of bruises on it. Whatever, I had done to bring me here, my mind was refusing to comprehend or process it. I must have done something unthinkable, but my mind was refusing to accept anything at this very moment, so I kept drawing blanks in there. I remembered though that Nadia, the love of my life was gone.   I remember people who had come around me since I came round, telling me the same thing. Gone as in dead, and I could picture it in my head, but I knew it was true. She had been with me a couple of hours ago. We had been arguing

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THE ILLUSIONS OF MY LIFE - Chapter 1

  The Illusions of my Life by F SHO   In MEMORIAL  of my Dad  WHO GAVE ME INSPIRATION TO WRITE       SISI’s POV - Chapter 1 I woke up to different disruptive ringtones coming from my cell phone and my house phone. My husband was dead asleep beside me, obviously not disturbed by the cacophony that had suddenly become our unwanted morning wake up call. Our children were sleeping soundly undisturbed. None of them had come to our door to complain about the disturbance. I grudgingly sat up and picked up my cell phone. It was the closest to me and I was sincerely hoping that the same person disturbing our peace over my cell phone must have been calling the house phone as well so I was eager to kill two birds with one stone and get back to my beautiful dream, which I now, couldn’t remember. I looked on the phone and my sister in law names was displayed on the screen. She rarely called me on weekdays, talk less of an early morning call to wake me and my household up on a Th