Friday, March 22, 2013
"The Police are getting closer. Yes, plan B, alright." He said and hung up. "David, code 7." The man said and the driver nodded. He then turned to me. I felt like screaming, "Wait a minute, what the hell is code 7?!" but my voice was lost. He turned to me and raised his gun. Was this it? After surviving a bomb blast, was this the end of my road. I started crying and closed my eyes. I heard a loud sound. The car hit a tree. The force of the impact threw me and the man with the gun forward. I slammed into the seat in front of me. I could feel pain all over my body. The Police sirens got louder. There was shattered glass all over. I tried to turn to the door but all of a sudden my vision was blurring. I fought to keep my eyes open but I failed and everything went black.
"The boss is giving us pressure. What do you suggest we do?" I heard a man say. "Look, they said we should wait for the man. Let's just wait." another said. I gradually opened my eyes. My body still ached but it was a bit better now. I saw the men. They were standing on each side of me. I was on a bed. Looking around I could tell it was a hospital. "Ahh, see she is even awake." the tall one said. "Just so you know there are Police officers all over the place. Just in case you get ideas." he added. I was going to talk when the short one cut in. "Look we have orders. Let's check if the detective is in." He said signalling for them to leave. The other contemplated for a while and they finally left. There were bandages all over me. Then the memories came to me again. Especially the one where my cousin got shot. The sad memories put me to sleep again.
I woke up instantly the second time. I had a nightmare. I saw a doctor signing some forms and another man standing next to him. The man was sitting on a chair next to me. "Here you go. But proceed with extreme care." The doctor said handing over to him what looked like my folder. "Sure." the man said and put a tape recorder on the table. I had an idea what was happening. He waited for the doctor to leave and turned to me. "My name is Detective Forson. I have a number of questions to ask you." He started.
To be continued...
Monday, March 4, 2013
I sit alone in the corner of my room
Through the window I can see the moon
When it gets darkest they all come, one by one
I'm in a dark room waiting for my demons to come
I always get startled, never see them arrive
Then again they don't knock or ask to join me
They just come, sit with me and we talk about me
I'm in a dark room and my first demon just came
"We should be drinking our head off so we dont have to think"
My first demon said. It's all about pleasure for him
Sometimes he makes sense so I grab a bottle
I'm in a dark room drinking with my demon
Another came making noise so I told him to hush
"Oh come on, don't worry about other people"
That's what the selfish demon said. He had a point so I didn't
I'm in a dark room having fun with my demons
My demon of lies came when I was exhausted
"You guys I have work tomorrow", I said
"Call in sick. You worked hard last week", my demon said
I'm in a dark room listening to all 3 demons
When sunlight comes my demons will be gone
My head aches from the drinking.
My neighbour comes to warn me about my night noise
I was in a dark room but now I'm not so my demons are gone
I'm at work with a headache. I couldn't call in sick
Why do I entertain my demons? They hurt me
Maybe I should get rid of them...with the Light
No more dark rooms. I'm sending my demons away for good