Something I wrote
“I’m sorry Michael.” I wake up startled, I look around my classroom. Nobody is looking at me it must have been a dream I thought to myself. I sit back in my chair and stretch, then I get up and leave. As I open the door into the post office someone calls for me to hold the door open, as she walks past me I don't see her face but shes so beautiful… I love her. The only thing I can think of is her, its as if she were the earth and I were the moon, I feel my heart in my stomach and my being, my soul, getting pulled to her. As we wait in line for lunch we talk, I'm absolutely intoxicated with her. She tucks her long black hair behind her ear and smiles at me, she blushes when she sees how infatuated I am with her. Her blue eyes are so mesmerising I think to myself. “Haha thank you,” she says, I smile and blush. As we walk through the park I take out the ring and kneel “Yes!” she screamed, we leave the movies and I look at her face… The gunshot was so loud, I hit the mugger and I grabbed his gun. But he got away. As Sahra laid on the ground bleeding I called 911 crying. “I’m sorry Mikey,” she said.
“No no no no, its ok baby, helps on the way”
“Look at me Michael, I'm not going to make it my blood is black the ambulance won't make it in time.”
“No no its fine they're on their wa-”
“..baby… I-l -lov-ve you.”
We kissed till I felt her body go limp.
I sit up really quickly, another nightmare. As I think back to my dream the continuency of things are always weird, but they feel like they make sense while they happen. I look at the clock, 3am. I exhale deeply and get ready for work, then I grab the garbage and put it in the back of my car. As I drive to the bridge I think about the mugger. “All he got from Sahra was twenty bucks. He didn't have a hungry kid or a deadly disease, he didn't even owe someone that would kill him money. He just wanted some coke. Thats all.” As I pulled up to the bridge, I grabbed the garbage and through it into the water… seeing the blood flow in the water was therapeutic.
I sit up really quickly, another nightmare. As I think back to my dream the continuency of things are always weird, but they feel like they make sense while they happen. I look at the clock, 3am. I exhale deeply and get ready for work, then I grab the garbage and put it in the back of my car. As I drive to the bridge I think about the mugger. “All he got from Sahra was twenty bucks. He didn't have a hungry kid or a deadly disease, he didn't even owe someone that would kill him money. He just wanted some coke. Thats all.” As I pulled up to the bridge, I grabbed the garbage and through it into the water… seeing the blood flow in the water was therapeutic.
