My brother was going to get married and my family needed money to fund his wedding.
This was the first time, my mother "visited" me in the city. Unfortunately, I was no longer here.
"Didn't they say a prostitute makes a lot of money?" she murmured in disappointment. Then she lowered her head in dismay.
However, on the other side of the wall, the man's breathing grew heavier.
Hearing this, my curiosity intensified, so I floated to his room. I wanted to see his expression.
As soon as I went through the wall, I saw flies swarming around discarded instant noodle cups. I could also smell the reek of cigarettes in the air.
There was a small bed in the room and next to it, there was a photo frame of a little girl with pigtails in it.
Then I saw the man. On his thumb, the blood that stained it had turned dry and reddish brown. I reckoned the blood was mine.
Suddenly, the man dropped to his knees and sobbed. His mouth kept calling, "Amy, Amy …."
Suddenly, the police station was buzzing with activity and that was because of my mother
She was making a scene there. She demanded the police to give me the justice that I deserved and claimed I was a murder victim.