They learned as a kids the world was a ugly place. No matter how beautiful her heart was,the ugliness never left her head.
Omoye is a 17 year old girl that suffers from panic attacks due to an unfortunate incident as a Child. The only person she can count on is Lucas, her best friend. Her body aches for him and yet a simple touch can send her mind spiraling out of control.
Lucas can’t help but blames himself for omoye’s scars and he is determined to set things right. But His hotheadedness may lead him to a cross road costing him dearly.
Targeted Age Group:: 17 and above
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
At the end of 2019, there was a lot of stories about how unsafe the girl child can be. Barely anything has been done about the issue, I wanted to write a story about mental health on such a child through out her teen years. I wanted to write about friendship. I wanted to write something sweet and the same time pass a message across.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
Omoye is a native name in my country. Meaning “i love child” though it’s unrelated to the character but this is my first African character so I picked the name Omoye.
Lucas is white. He is the best friend to Omoye and will do everything and anything for her.
And just like that, Omoye and I were inseparable, from immature children to the teenagers we are now. We never talked about the past. Omoye believed if we never talk about it, it never happened. Sometimes I liked to believe that too but it did. The scars are still there, I could see it, and in those little moments when she falls asleep in class because of the nightmares that keeps her up at night.
“I was up doing my assignments.” She always said.
Or when her panic attacks are triggered,
“I am fine.” She says as soon as I managed to pull her out of it.
Or when she is around the opposite sex and her anxiety level spikes up. Every adult male was a potential Dami.
In truth, sometimes I’m scared of triggering her attack, especially after what happened at the school playground a couple of years back. I wanted her to join the other kids to play hide and seek. She refused.
“It will be fun.” I said as I forced her up.
Next thing she was balled up on the floor, gasping for air. Her face was the same as I remember it years ago in that filthy apartment with Dami.
Guilt heaved on my skin again. I did this to her.
Since then, I have always been careful, not to give her a hug, shake her hand nor hold her in any form. Unfortunately, it is getting increasingly difficult by the day as every fiber in my body crave her. I want to hold her close, gently kiss and caress those tender lips, feel the warmth of her alluring body next to mine but i can’t. And i deserve to.
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