The Unwanted Guest

All I wanted to do was kill him. Why do I have to keep going through this much pain?

All I wanted to do was kill him. Why do I have to keep going through this much pain? He is an unwelcomed guest, I never invited him but somehow he found a way to live and grow in my house.

All the nights I’ve spent with him were filled with pain and sleepless nights. Is this what my life has turned to?

Unwanted guest in my house causing me so much pain?

I’ve had to visit the hospital numerous times in the past months to treat the injuries he inflicted on me. This is not healthy living. I am dying and he has no sympathy towards me or the pain I’m going through.

When does it end?

Is the music(noise) he plays at night really necessary?

I want to stay alive.

I’ve decided that today is the day I kill him. I choose my life over him and I need my peace. I’ve planned it all out in my head.

I’m going to stay awake at night and wait for him to come then I attack. I have to pretend to be asleep like I always do, then when he comes closer to sing to me, I attack.

It has to go smoothly, he has to die tonight.

I waited all night and then it was time, I heard him coming in. I was prepared. The weapon for his death was in my hands, all I had to do was target him and kill him.

I heard him singing and then I attacked. I missed but kept trying.

“Why the hell is this mosquito flying away? Come here, I must kill you today, is it me you want to kill?” I kept running around my room trying to kill this enemy of mine.

After all the pain it has caused me, he is trying to run? Na me and you today.

“I’ve locked my door, let me see how you’ll run out of here.”

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That was a bad decision. I shouldn’t have locked the door.

I can’t hear him singing again but I know he will come for me later in the night. I need to leave this room. God abeg.

I need to live to fight another day.

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This is a short story about the hate I have for this mosquito living in my room. We may be roommates but not the loving type.

Don’t ask me why I gave the mosquito a male gender.

The female one attacks me too and I have her story coming up next.

Before I go, do you think mosquitoes get sick? I mean apart from sucking out blood what exactly do they do in this life?

Why exactly were they created?

I have so many questions.