THE SMILE OF TERROR
Isabelle stirred the concoction and
took a sip. Lucy could read how bitter the concoction was from
Isabelle’s facial expression on the
silhouette formed on the wall against
the candle lite.
Isabelle looked at the jug and took a
long gulp of the mixture. She felt some movements in her
stomach which tightened her entire
intestines into knots.
She sat down and as the pain
increased,she lied down.
“I can’t breathe” she said in a whisper,tossing from side to side.
Lucy moved closer to her and placed
her head on her lap
“You will be fine” she said stroking
“No Lucy,am dying, I am going to die” she said gasping for air
“No you will live” she assured
her.”should I take you outside so
that you get some fresh air?”
But Isabelle couldn’t talk, the pain
had spread all through her body,she could feel her liver and kidneys melt,
her heart was shrinking. She was
groaning and whimpering in pain
“You will be fine my dear” said Lucy
tears streaming down her face.
The thought of losing her friend was more scary than she had ever
She was the only friend she had.
While she was a nobody at high
school,she had been saved ridicule
from other teens when Isabelle befriended her.
No one ever understood why a
beautiful up-to-date arrogant Isabelle
would make friends with a poor ugly
naive Lucy.Actualy even Lucy herself
never understood and probably even Isabelle never understood because
that’s the one question she had not
clearly answered everytime Lucy
However it had turned out that after
failing at high school, all Isabelle’s friends vanished and the only one
who still thought she was as worthy
as she had been, was Lucy. She had
managed to convince her that life
was not all about passing high
school exams. Now there she was ,lying almost
lifeless in her arms,away from
She put Isabelle’s head on the mat
where she was lying and went to
explain to the old woman that her friend was dying.
“There is nothing i can do, the
concoction doesn’t work well with
everyone” said the old woman
“How can you say that? and so casually ,my friend is dying, you do
something” cried Lucy.
“There is nothing i can do young
lady. If she lied about the real
months of the pregnancy, then it’s
her fault” she said coldly. She could see that the old woman
was not going to help her. She
rushed back to where her friend was,
she was not moving. She shook her
violently and she begun to groan
again. Lucy fumbled for Isabelle’s phone in her Jean pockets, she
switched it on and searched Alfred’s
name but it didn’t appear among the
“Oh Isabelle how did you save Alfred
please” she said with frustration. He seemed the only one who could help.
She was becoming very impatient
and ran out of ideas. What do I do
now, she cried.
She quickly went to her inbox and
there was a message from Alfred saved as ‘ Mr dog’. She almost
laughed but it wasn’t the time. When
Isabelle got better, they would laugh
about it together.
“Oh thank goodness” she gave a sigh
of relief. She dialled the number and it was then that she realised that
there was no network. The fear for
the old woman had miraculously
escaped her, she didn’t care what
she would say or do, she rushed
outside in search of network. The old woman glared at her as she
left the hut.
She finally got to call Alfred.
traaaaaaaaa dialing Mr dog’
“I really hope it’s him” she said
under her breath. The phone went unanswered and it drove Lucy crazy.
“Answer the phone fool” she said
She dialed again and he answered.
” Isabelle are you mad,why are you
calling me this time?” He sad angrily “This is not Isabelle, this is Lucy,
Isabelle is in,,,,,,”
“Do you know what time this is, I told
her never to call me again” he said
“She is dying, I need your help,,,,,” And the phone cut.
“No he didn’t cut the line” she said
bitterly. How cruel. What was she
going to do with Isabelle. She called
him again and the phone was off.
She went back inside not knowing what to do. She found Isabelle still
lying on the mat.
“Isabelle, Isabelle” she said panting.
“I’m dying” she said slowly.
She breathed in heavily and breathed
out and she was gone. “Isabelle! Isabelle! Isabelle! ” She
wailed. ” No please don’t do this to
Isabelle was covered in blood, she
had had no opportunity to remove the
jeans and wrap herself in a chitenge after drinking the medicine. Lucy got
her in her arms and forced open her
“You can’t die Isabelle, what will I
She lay besides the dead body and screamed and wailed and weeped.
The old woman had not attempted to
enter that room. When Lucy decided
to inform her, she found her still
seated around the fire, very still, and
not dozing. “She has died, Isabelle has died”
said Lucy. The old woman looked at
her without a word.
“aren’t you going to say anything,?”
She screamed. ” You have killed my
friend you wicked woman,why did you volunteer to help her when you
don’t know anything? Did you
intentionally kill her, why ? Why did
you do that? What do I do now?” She
“Get out of here and carry the body, if it Dawns and it is still here, you will
follow her and you will both
disappear.” She said fiercely. Her
coolness had vanished and it was
replaced by suppressed anger.
Lucy pulled her friend’s body outside the hut, leaving heavy trails of blood
behind. She had no choice but to call
Isabelle’s mother. She shakingly
dialed her number.
Alfred on the other hand was in total
agony, from the shaky voice on the phone call, he was sure that Isabelle
was not trying to play a trick on him.
It could have been a move to try to
see if he cared about her or try to get
him to be with her at such an
awkward hour but there was so much desperation and fear in the voice of
the caller and he thought it was
genuine. His phone which was
already battery low as power had
gone had automatically switched off
even before he could finish the conversation with Lucy.
What if Isabelle was really in danger?
He got up and went to Frank’s house,
which was a kilometre away. After
knocking for several hours, he finally
opened the door. “Man is everything okey, you scared
me, do you know what time this is”
complained his friend as he opened
“Am in desperate need of your phone
man” answered Alfred “Yeah, please may I make a call?”
His friend invited him in and he made
the call but the number was off. He
called several times but still it was
off. He narrated everything that had
happened to his friend. Alfred knew he didn’t like Isabelle but that
doesn’t mean he hated her, even
unto the point of death.
However his friend comforted him
and told him not to worry, he
proposed that Isabelle had deliberately conived with her friend to
see if she still stood a chance to
have him in her life. This erased the
guilt he was beginning to feel. He
went back home.
The following day he called Isabelle but the phone was still off. He
brushed the events of the previous
night aside and went on with the
daily activities. Everything was
normal and he laughed at himself for
having had panicked so much last night. He knew Isabelle’s craftiness
so much, she could really be crazy
There was a knock at the door just
after 9 am.
“Your friend is dead,” said a horrified looking young man.
“Who?” asked Cathy
“Tom” said the man. His face was
very familiar and Cathy instantly
remembered that she had seen him
in Tom’s room. Yes ,he was Tom’s room mate
“No that’s not possible,that can’t
happen” she said breathlessly.
She had ignored Tom in all ways
possible and had never cared about
his whereabouts. She didn’t mean for their friendship to end That way. She
didn’t hate him, she was just upset
with him for using a girl.
Cathy felt a sharp pain cut through
her heart, it ripped part of it, and she
sat down just there in the door way to recover from the pain.
“How ,how did that Happen,I never
heard of his sickness” she finally
“He didn’t fall sick, he never fell sick.
He just committed suicide and left a note for you,you might want to read
it” he said more cooly now.
Cathy’s heart had started beating
even faster, had she caused the
death of someone, who was so dear
to her at some point. She remembered how happy he had
made her,before she had rejected
him, and also before he started
dating Leah, how much she had
loved him. Everytime they had shared
together was replaying in her head, each and every moment very clear as
if it was just the previous day.
Without waiting for the bearer of the
bad news, she ran to Tom’s room to
see the note for herself.
. To Be Continued