I screamed louder, and all he did was laugh. He picked me up, and I thought he would hug me to soothe the pain away as he would normally do after beating me up. But this time, it was not like that.
He tossed me against the wall, and my head banged hard against it. I felt my bones making a sound I have never heard before. All of a sudden, I could not feel myself; every part of my body was numb. I was convinced my spine was broken; the strength was no longer in me. I could feel my nose breathing out the last air. I had no life in me. I closed my eyes, and all I could see was my late sister’s coffin going down the grave. I saw my mom’s face filled with agony; I prayed to God to save me from death:
“Father, I am her only surviving daughter. For her sake, keep me alive.”
I then closed my eyes, and when I woke up, it was daylight, and I was alone in the flat with an open sliding door. I knew the Lord had answered my silent prayer. I was alive.