Voices

         Voices
       By Simisola Sowole©
     Tia adjusted her glasses. She concentrated on the screen in front of her. Her glasses seemed to get loose and she continued adjusting it.  Her black hair had a gold tint by the edge. She was the nerdy type. She turned to me sharply. "Am going to be an adult tomorrow. And am sure as hell going to the club. I don't care what mum says." She informed with her arms akimbo. I wanted to let out a loud laughter. But that would only anger her, so I smiled and kept silent. "You believe in me don't You?" She asked. I played with the gum in my mouth. I wasn't sure about that. I wish I could go with her to the club. She was fragile and inactive. She could get hurt. "Am going to Deuces." She added. My heart almost jumped out of my body. That was the biggest club in town and was quite far. "Why not the one close by? " I requested. "I want to have the fun in a huge way." She replied grinning. "I want to step out of my cave and experience things. Am going to be 18. And I haven't done anything but read read and read." She complained. I understood her. I gave her a warm hug and walked to my room. I had to get going. I carried my guitar to my car and drove off to my apartment. 5p.m I was in the shower and got a call form mum. She was ranting loudly. "Your sister is really going insane! She wants to go to a club. Is this your influence on our daughter?" She demanded. I could imagine her furious with a bottle of coke on her hand gulping it down. Typical mum. "I told her nothing. She seems determined mum. And she's 18. Acknowledge that. " I advised as I stepped out of the shower. The floor was wet. I groaned. Clara was going to do the moping. I was the typical couch potato.
      I opened my laptop and continued my research about the supernatural. "Yes mum. Okay lock her in. She won't escape am sure. Yes Mum. Clara is at her mum's place. Alright Mum. Bye." I said ending the call.  I knew my sister better. They were too strict on the poor girl. At 16 I had gone to most of the clubs in town. It was always  about Tia passing this competition or that competition. She was pretty much a loner.
    12a.m I was awoken with a call. It was Tia. I placed my hand on the vacant pillow by my side imagining it to be Clara's boobs. I missed her. I liked doing that when I wanted to get busy. "Hey it's me! Damn this club is badass! Are you hearing the music? Damn! The beat. I'm having the time of my life! And Alicia Reece is here!" She shouted on the phone. Alicia was a top artiste in the country. I knew my sister would escape and attend the club. She was really getting older. "The smokes and everything is affecting me. You know how I hate smokers. But this is fun! Wooho! Am actually sitting alone. I can't dance you know. " She explained admist the Loud noise from the club. I was feeling drowsy. "Can you call me back? I'm tired." I informed. "This is going to be the last time we will talk. Let's make it splendid! " She suggested. "Oh shut up! " I said to her almost ending  the call. But then there was a strange sound. "What's that Tia?" I requested. "Nothing. Bye big bro!" She finally said as she cut the call.
    7a.m I was home ready to pack all my stuff when I noticed the house. Mum was in tears and Dad was silent. A police was by their side. Mum held Tia's picture. "She has left us." She cried in pain. "Sorry Is Tia home?" I asked trying to clear my fears. "Sorry she died yesterday  by  9p.m. " The police informed. "She's playing a trick! I called her by 12a.m today. We spoke for like 30minutes" I spoke out. "She died in a cab on her way to the bus station to Deuces club. The cab got badly burnt. But we could recognise their bodies and retrieved some vital items." He explained further.  I was set aback and confused. "Her body is in the mortuary. "Dad said.
     Right now I sit at the psychiatric hospital waiting for the doctor to examine me. I touch the fabric of my gown slowly. He enters with a nurse by his side. She turns her face away. I play with my little yoyo. "What do you see?" He asks patiently. The nurse looks up with a scorn on her face. Her glasses looks loose and her black hair has a gold tint by the edge. "Tia." I say.