Who pushed me down the stairs?Chapter 1
For three years, the man in the next room had been spying on me through a hole in the wall. It was not until I fell from the building, he had the guts to reach out and hold my hand. And, that was the first and the last time we spoke.
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My body hung lifeless on the billboard and my face was still covered with the same makeup that I had applied carefully for three hours yesterday on the morning of the second day of the New Year.
However, when the people in the neighborhood saw me, they did not say anything about the beauty of my face, instead, they were discussing the bad luck this incident would bring them.
Mariah Carey's Auld Lang Syne that were blaring loudly from the market early in the morning. The song made the festive atmosphere more pronounced like everywhere else in the world, except for this street. Ironically, the billboard where I was hanging was also featuring Mariah Carey.
When the police rolled my body over, they saw the gruesome scar on my neck. It was bright red and vile.
Sigh! I should have applied more powder there.