Ozon?u Chronicles: Not a death sentence Part II
FICTION
The next day, her cousin came to pick her up.
The night before had been something I couldn’t fully process. Kauaa hadn’t slept. She murmured to herself for hours, full conversations with no one. She shifted from rage to silence, from anger to deep sadness in seconds. I watched confusion pour out of her. I watched fear take the shape of a human being. Her entire identity had collapsed.
I was scared. I didn’t know what to do. I tried to speak sense to remind her that this thing is not the death sentence it once was. That treatment exists. That life does not automatically end here. But my words fell on deaf ears. Once identity is broken, logic struggles to enter.
Her cousin arrived quietly, careful not to trigger her further. Later the cousin said the drive was silent. She didn’t talk. She didn’t cry. She just stared out the window, like someone who had already left the world behind.
A week later, I heard she was in Dubai. Partying. Harder than before. It felt like denial with a passport grief wearing sequins. But soon that Zaddy got tired of her. Then she was in Cape Town with another sponsor, another temporary landing that didn’t last.
And then the real blow came.
The girl who could once get any man she wanted had suddenly become something the men whispered about. A risk. A story. A warning. She was no longer the fantasy; she was the lesson.
Used. Then quietly discarded.
That reality crushed what was left of her.
I tried to keep in touch through her cousin, but some things became too private to ask. You could hear the strain in the voice. The exhaustion. The fear people carry when they are watching someone slip away.
And then, through whispers and broken updates, I finally understood.
Kauaa had lost her grip on reality.
Not overnight. Not in one dramatic moment. But slowly... painfully... in pieces.
The girl who once flew first class
Was now fighting her own mind.
Kauaa had gone mad.
To be continued...
**Read Part 1 of this story at https://heyzine.com/flip-book/c7ef7df43f.html#page/2
The night before had been something I couldn’t fully process. Kauaa hadn’t slept. She murmured to herself for hours, full conversations with no one. She shifted from rage to silence, from anger to deep sadness in seconds. I watched confusion pour out of her. I watched fear take the shape of a human being. Her entire identity had collapsed.
I was scared. I didn’t know what to do. I tried to speak sense to remind her that this thing is not the death sentence it once was. That treatment exists. That life does not automatically end here. But my words fell on deaf ears. Once identity is broken, logic struggles to enter.
Her cousin arrived quietly, careful not to trigger her further. Later the cousin said the drive was silent. She didn’t talk. She didn’t cry. She just stared out the window, like someone who had already left the world behind.
A week later, I heard she was in Dubai. Partying. Harder than before. It felt like denial with a passport grief wearing sequins. But soon that Zaddy got tired of her. Then she was in Cape Town with another sponsor, another temporary landing that didn’t last.
And then the real blow came.
The girl who could once get any man she wanted had suddenly become something the men whispered about. A risk. A story. A warning. She was no longer the fantasy; she was the lesson.
Used. Then quietly discarded.
That reality crushed what was left of her.
I tried to keep in touch through her cousin, but some things became too private to ask. You could hear the strain in the voice. The exhaustion. The fear people carry when they are watching someone slip away.
And then, through whispers and broken updates, I finally understood.
Kauaa had lost her grip on reality.
Not overnight. Not in one dramatic moment. But slowly... painfully... in pieces.
The girl who once flew first class
Was now fighting her own mind.
Kauaa had gone mad.
To be continued...
**Read Part 1 of this story at https://heyzine.com/flip-book/c7ef7df43f.html#page/2
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