After a long hiatus, our beloved "Myrtle's Place" Columnist Enewerome is back with a bang with this short mind capturing story
Rita stood under the shower spewing water hot enough to defeather a chicken. Her tears going down the drain with the water from the shower. She took her sponge and started scrubbing her body with so much force that it hurt and she began to weep.
"Was it a crime to trust?" She thought to herself. Her chest felt so tight and heavy and she could feel herself suffocating. The immense pain in her chest numbed out the sting of hot water hitting her hard scrubbed skin. She screamed at the top of her lungs and collapsed on the bathroom floor as she continued to weep.
Weeks ago, in a discussion with a group of friends at school, she had openly condemned girls who trust had given a harsh deal saying they should have been wise enough to know no one could be trusted. Who knew that one day the tables would turn? She had trusted Dom her best friend and it had earned her the same title- foolish. Yes, she was as foolish as she had called those girls. Maybe even more because there had been warning signs and she had seen them. She should have known that ignoring those red flags would somehow make her stand in their shoes. The shoes of those she had judged foolish, the shoes of those who had trusted and gotten hurt.
