The next morning I wake up due to someone's shaking. I try to look at the person, but my eyelids feel so heavy. Then I heard someone calling me. I focused on the voice and found out that it was Liza.
“Sis! Kizie! Wake up. Can you hear me? Wake up, you need to wake up. Look at me…” she was crying.
I opened my eyes forcefully and looked at her face. Her face was showing her worry and regret. Then she helped me sit up straight which made me scream in pain. It felt like someone had cut my stomach open. I took my knees near my chest which is now covered in blood. I looked around me and find out that I was laying on a puddle of blood. My blood.
“What should we do now?” Liza asked me.
“Call Sammy.” This was the only word that came out of my mouth at that moment.
She hurried and grabbed my ph
