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Her Silence, My Sentence

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    My name is Dorcas Badmus. I come from a family of five, my dad, my mum, myself and my younger sister. We were close-knit, simple and content. Never in my widest dream did I Imagine that one day, I would be writing this from behind bars. But life doesn't always follow our plans. One terrible decision fueled by uncontrollable anger changed the course of my life forever.

    It all began on a Tuesday morning that seemed like any other.

    As the senior prefect of my school, my sister and I arrived early, it was my duty to Inspect student and ensure discipline. That morning, a boy arrived late. I assigned him to pick up litter around the school premises, a reasonable punishment but he refused.

    "Senior, I cannot pick pick litter o. Maybe you should give me another work. 

    "Haba! So it mean the student did not do their morning duties and you, as a senior prefect, allowed it? He said with a mocking tone.

    I felt the heat rise in my chest.

    " Are you mad? Is it me you're talking to like that?" I yelled, and without thinking, I gave him several strokes of the cane.

    He begged. I didn't listen not until the principal came and pulled me away.

    I thought that was the end of it. But the real storm was still coming.

    Later that afternoon, after school. My sister and I arrived home. Our parents, dressed in their beautiful adire Attires were getting ready to go out.

    " Good afternoon." We greeted.

    "Welcome. How was school today?" They asked.

    We responded casually, and I went to my room, unaware of what was unfolding.

    Moment later, I was called out by my father. 

    There had been a knock on my  door, 

    "What happened in your school today" He asked.

    Nothing. I said, trying to brush it off.

    You better tell the truth, Clara has already told me everything." He said sternly.

    I was stunned. My sister has told them. Betrayed, angry and ashamed, I confessed what happened.

    My father was furious. He scolded me and gave me a punishment. I felt I didn't deserve. But the rage I felt wasn't just for him. It turned into bitterness toward my sister.

    That evening, after my parents left the house, I confronted her.

    "Why did you tell them?" I shouted.

    She looked scared, but I didn't care. I let my anger take control. I beat her harder than I ever had. And then everything went silent. She wasn't breathing.

    Pacnic rushed over me, but it was too late, my sister, my own blood was gone. 

    The hour that followed was a bur. Police. Siren. Screams. Regret.

    And then, prison.

    Now, each day, I wake up behind bar, haunted by that moment, The moment I let my anger define me. The moment I lost my sister forever. 

    If I could turn back time, I would listen before acting. Think before reacting. But the damage is done. And this pain is my sentence far beyond prison walls.

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