Have you ever had an horrifying experience that left you traumatized for years?

Have you ever seen your bestfriend transform into a monster right in front of you?

Have you ever felt a deep feeling of resentment, and at the same time, pity for the most important people in your life simultaneously?

Have you ever passed out with your fist closed around a human organ?

I bet you haven't. But if you have, then I see you partner! and I hope you're out of therapy already. I also hope you've gotten to the point where you can share your story with the world like I plan to do now.

ⓙⓤⓝⓔ, ⓐⓑⓞⓤⓣ ⓔⓘⓖⓗⓣ ⓨⓔⓐⓡⓢ ⓐⓖⓞ.

We’d written our final exams for the semester and most students had gone home for the break, the few students around were either training for sports (like my best friend, Gloria who was the school's shot put champion), finishing up one business or the other, or were lovebirds, trying to catch all the fun they would miss while they're apart.

I and about forty-six others weren't in any of these category, we remained in school battling some particularly head-splitting assignments we had. Most of our lecturers were sadists who loved sapping all our spare time!

I was in the departmental classroom, while others hung out outside, making small conversation and jokes as we awaited the arrival of the class representative and two other delegates who'd gone to bring us refreshments during a short break from the brainstorming session; man shall not live by calculations alone!

A scream...

The scream is echoed by more voices...

Curious eyes peered out the windows of the classroom...

"Stop filming, call the police, and summon the school sheriffs!"

Outside, it seemed like there was a brawl going on. I snatched up my tote bag, packed it with my books and belongings, and headed for the door. My father had always drilled into my head that I should never stay to see a dangerous situation unfold; instead, I should get as far away as possible.

I saw the few people standing aloof and shouting first, the butcher's knife beside her next, then the plaid jumpsuit. The one I'd designed and sewn as her last birthday present.

Gloria, my best friend in the past three years, until some days ago, was standing over a tall and slim body, it was in familiar clothing. In panic, I realized it was Dixon, our class rep, and my boyfriend.

“Di*, you animal...you rapist” she screamed as she repeatedly slammed a large stone into his bloodied head.

I stood, transfixed at a point, my totebag had dropped to the ground without me realizing it. Someone was shouting “Gloria”, I wasn't sure if it was me. It didn't sound like me.

Gloria had come to my hostel two days prior. It was the day our strained relationship finally came crashing down. She’d looked at me in the eye, and crying profusely, said “He raped me. Dixon, he drugged me.”

I discovered Gloria’s crush on Dixon when I told her he asked me out. While she wasn’t in our department, they’d been friends since our first year; way before I met her. Though I and Dixon were departmental mates, we didn't become friends until Gloria introduced us formally.

She’d ignored me for days before coming around and apologizing for her behavior “I needed time to process it” she said.

I and Dixon started dating and they were still cool as friends, Life went on.

“Bloody liar” I shouted at her "You never wanted us together anyway, and now you come up with this?"

“Denise, I wouldn't make this up, and you know it” she’d replied, choking on her tears.

“You still always went to his house, despite knowing that we were dating. You still were close to him, if the s*x actually happened, how do I know you didn't seduce him?”

“I hate you” she'd replied giving me a look that convinced me that we were done.

Dixon’s lifeless body was sprawled on the ground now, the blood-streaked stone beside it. Gloria was unbuckling his belt and working the zip on his trousers. I watched, motionless and speechless.

A siren wailed in the distance, and I knew security agents were approaching.

In one minute, his flaccid p*nis was in plain sight, and the next, it was gone. Severed in one expert slash.

I doubled on my knees and with a wretching sound, brought up my breakfast.

The police and sheriffs arrived then and secured the area, guns cocked and trained at Gloria.

“Drop your weapon and raise your hands where I can see them!” one of them called out.

Gloria smiled as she turned to face them, holding the knife in her right hand and Dixon's severed p*nis in her left. She put down the knife and raised both hands as she walked calmly towards the officers. "Stop right there, no more steps!" the officer yelled as she was going to pass by me.

She made eye contact with me and then grasped my right hand, her eyes remaining locked on mine.

Before I blacked out, the last thing I remember seeing was her placing the p*nis in my palm and closing it.

She said, "Keep it."
© Escritora Missie