What’s happening to you? Do you need help? No will always be the answer. She is a bursting grown young girl full of dynamism and courage in her duties; cool slim tall dark in complexion and known for her hushed lifestyle. She is third and the last of the girls born to her parents; her name is Juliet.

Severally she had gone for medical checkups perhaps with her parents and pricey suiting drugs prescribed to enable her regain her normal sound health. What were the doctor’s findings so far? Confidential she would always keep it. But the signs she exhibits and the little she confided on me was a stomach ache palaver.  Will she get better? She is too pretty young to die.

The writer could be a kin friend and fear she could die as the problem persists. He observed Juliet fails to take the worth drugs prescribed by her doctor for her stomach problems. He maintained his gossip that she always sweeps the drugs under the carpet as to avoid averred vile smells that keeps scaring her. She hates taking drugs and so she remained ill.

Still embarrassing, she once attended a church programme with the same agonizing stomach ache just because she made a solemn sacrifice to take her pupils to the parish for a regular Tuesday instruction. Observing her closely, she went straight to the calm cramped and unbolted secretariat where no one could disturb her. There she lay on her stomach on a lofty table facing sideways. Who knew the pains she suffered. “Tell me what’s wrong with you?” I asked. “I feel pains in my stomach”, she replied. Still yet I continued; “So, how is it doing you?” She kept calm for a while, “I will tell you via text message”. The problem is still lingering. This time I took permission from her to switch off the light so that no passer-by would see her lay there but then I continued persisting I should know what the problem was like. No answer came forth rather she asked me to go back to the main parish hall for the instruction as people may start suspecting we were having sex fun in the church premises. Agreed, I left immediately.

Before the end of the instruction, she returned back to the parish hall to rejoin in the instruction. At last it was over and every member had to return back to their various destinations and so I insisted joining her to see the parents. I opened up what I saw and how she felt at the church. It was then I realized she had been hiding her secrets. She refused to take her drugs as the dad complained. Maybe she lied to him. I got a bit detail about her situation and prayed she would get better. It was already late night and so I retired back home, took my bath and dress for the night sleep. I called her phone severally but she wasn’t there. I repeated in the morning but she failed to talk after picking my phone call. I knew she felt embarrassing by the way I reported her to the parents. What would be my advice to her? Will she listen and live again or does she mean to die?