Jenny woke up and felt fright crawl up her skin. She knew something was not right or will go wrong. Then she perceived the smell and saw that smoke was fogging up her room. Her room was on fire. Panic gripped her heart, she rushed to her door and tugged at the handle, it wasn't giving in. She realized in the haze of panic that she was going to die and the only way out was the door. She banged on the door as she felt the claws of the smoke drain energy from her. All of a sudden, she felt the door open, she rushed in to the corridor clutching at her throat as she felt her husband's hands on her.
"What's is Jenny?"
"There is fire in my room, almost killed me."
She saw the confusion in her husband's eyes as he said, " but there is no fire and your rooms is as it has always been."
She rushed out of his hands and ran into her room and saw that her room was spotless as usual, not even a fog or smoke. She knew what she saw and felt and she knew that this was to certify that she needs help. She also knew who was behind it. She turned to her husband and caught the gleam in his eyes behind the look of concern.
She hated the sedation they put her under because they said she was unstable. Her husband wants her multi-billion dollar inheritance. Worst of it all was the pity she saw in her brother's eyes.
Who will believe her when she tells them that she is sane and not crazy from the grief of losing her father?
Well, she must do all she can to stay awake enough to escape this prison and prove her brother and husband for the swindlers they are.
-Victoria Ukpaka