Memories, Ouch!

By andiwrite

Once upon a time, I never thought I'd say that phrase, as stories often end with a happily ever after. But this story didn't even have an ending, and I apologize in advance for whatever happens in it. So, grab a seat and let me share my side.

• Language: English
• Publisher: andiwrite
• Release date: Dec 22, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223865827

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MEMORIES, OUCH!

By and_iwrite(Frank Offei)

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ACKNOWLEDGEMENT

A book is never written alone, and this story would never have happened without the inspiration, support, and encouragement of a tonne of amazing people. My sincere appreciation goes out to my family, whose unfailing love and understanding laid the groundwork for this artistic endeavour. Your support gave me the willpower to persevere, and I appreciate all the hours you invested in hearing my ideas and providing insightful criticism. I want to sincerely thank my friends for supporting me over the highs and lows of this writing journey. I am blessed to have you in my life since your excitement and faith in this endeavour inspired me.

To the literary community and fellow authors, your words have been a constant source of inspiration and motivation. Your works have enriched my own storytelling abilities, and I am grateful for the camaraderie and shared passion that we all embrace.

Last but certainly not least, I extend my deepest appreciation to the readers of this book. Your support and enthusiasm for the written word are the driving force behind every author's journey. It is my sincerest hope that this book brings you joy, sparks your imagination, and takes you on an unforgettable adventure.

In conclusion, I am humbled and honoured to have had the opportunity to write this storybook. Each person mentioned here has played a vital role in its creation, and for that, I am forever grateful. Thank you for being a part of this incredible adventure.

With heartfelt gratitude,

And_iwrite (Frank Offei)

A ROOM WITH A VIEW

The war started with fire and he would never forget who lit the match. There was a war in his heart, an unordinary chaos and he was never going to forget what caused it, not even me. This rage was even obvious whenever he woke up. The situation really changed the Christian I knew. At some point, he even wanted to take the Christ out of his name. I’m lying, that was my idea. I was the only person seeing his smile and that was because I was good at cooking jokes. He was only human and moreover he was not to be blamed for the actions he was portraying. All his optimistic self was just a waste. It all started when he had to wait an extra hour after work just because his boss wanted him to do something for him. Something that could have been done the next morning but boss was the type who always abused the ‘no procrastination thing’ and never knew anything like patience. ‘Do it before you leave.’ he said. Christian trying not to be the cause of anger at the workplace agreed and went to his office to start it. He finished the work very late and had to walk to the station because he couldn’t get a cab at the junction that he used to get one. This successful young lady on the other hand, Kaiya, had a very stressful day and heartbreaking one to be exact. I guess her mistake was trust in abundance. Per the excuse she gave to me after the incident, she was driving drunk because she caught her fiancé with her best friend making out. It seems he started cheating on her the first the he met her. Kaiya was with her best friend, Nicole when he met her. He proposed to Kaiya, with the idea that after marriage, he will be able to get her properties and then share it with Nicole. This really broke her heart and for the first time in her life, she had a taste of alcohol and like they say, ‘When it numbs the pain, it dumbs the brain’, it was even a miracle she was able to drive half an hour without any incidence until the miracle got fed up, knocked Christian down, somersaulting about a couple times injuring her in the head too. Kaiya had a hard time remembering things and Christian on the other side, couldn’t walk, at least for now because the doctor claimed he was going to walk again. This was the reason why Christian couldn’t work at that moment, he’d be in his room day-in and day-out without a smile or even a wink. I tried to cheer him up as best as I could but every time the cheeks tried to move up, the tears would pull them back to their place. A week passed and Christian was still locked up in his room. Luckily for me, I had a spare key. Sometimes I even doubted he left the wheel chair to sleep on his bed. Every morning I checked up on him, the bed was well laid. Eating was also another struggle for me. He barely ate twice a day, always sipping coffee. I had an idea to be bringing him to the hall where he would be watching outside through the large transparent glass. It took me four days to be able to convince him but it still worked anyways. Days turned into weeks and the routine of taking Christian to the hall continued.  It became a ritual for him, allowing him to view the outside world through a large transparent glass.  At first he hated it, but gradually I found comfort in the prospect. He had a story to tell each day. Sometimes he would tell me how the pickpockets were busily stealing those who were busily walking to work. There were other times, he would yell at a man who faked to be crippled to beg for money but no one could hear him through the window.

One evening, as the sun sank below the horizon and cast a warm, golden glow over the city, Christian rolled toward the window. I saw a flicker of interest in his eyes, a sparkle that had been missing for a long time. The city below, with its busy streets and distant sounds, seemed to awaken something within him. Staring outside, he focused on a particular building across the street. Surprising to him, Kaiya had moved to an apartment on the top floor of this building. Every evening she sat by the window, lost in her thoughts, admiring the view of the city. One day, as Christian was sitting by the window, he noticed a figure reflected in