The Journey of self discovery - Unveiling the potentials in you (PT.02)

 Who am I? Why am I here? Who are my parents? Why did they leave me all alone? Is God watching me go through all of this on purpose?

I kept asking myself these rhetorical questions beside an empty old truck in a lonely street as I couldn't think of what else to do in my shattered state. At some point, I started to wish I could change my skin colour to becoming black to fit in, maybe then my adopted dad would love me, maybe then I would have friends. I kept my things in the old truck as it was my new abode and began my search for a new life.

Strolling along the street trying to find anything and anyone, I finally met a group of people sitting around a fire who also seemed to look abandoned like I was, only that they were black skinned but surprisingly they beckoned on me to join them and got really interested in me or so I thought as I shared my story with them and they felt pity for me. 

They presented to me an offer that could end my suffering for good and told me how it was their only proven means of survival but little did I know what I was getting myself into. Well, at that time they all seemed to me like good people so I listened to all they had to say without any questions and queries and agreed to be a part of them, I was really happy to finally be a part of something only that I did not know the charade behind all that they told me. And so every late evenings, I was given a bag filled with heavy stuff I knew nothing about and when I asked what was inside the bags, they kept saying I did not need to know. I stopped being so inquisitive and trusted them completely, I would take the bag across the streets to meet some weird looking people and hand over the contents of the bag to them which they repayed with lots of money. When I returned the money to my friends, I was given my share and I felt really good about it hoping I could save up some money to get my own space. 

I continued this shady venture until one unfortunate evening when our streets were raided by the cops, I held on to the bag looking for my friends but they were all gone. It was that evening my senses clicked to the fact that I had been peddling hard drugs for over a year. 

I was confined and put in jail for this crime. No amount of words, pleas or cries could save me. I was broken, confused and frustrated, I trusted my so called friends so much that I did not bother questioning their actions or what they told me to do. What do I do at this point? Who will rescue me? 

To be continued...

Now that Chloe has been confined, what steps do you think she should take? Do you think she will be able to survive all of this? Is suicide the best option for Chloe now? Let me know what you think in the comment section🤗🤗