My fifty-year-old father always was too old for me.
Despite I have a big family I don`t remember anybody except my father. I see my relatives every day but I can`t keep them in mind. I feel like this man flooded whole my life. Furthermore, I can`t stand him, because he doesn`t understand my soul. He holds me with his inner power, and I even can`t resist him.
Today my family wants to sell me on the auction. It`s strange but I`m not surprised by this. I feel all these events as a matter of course. I`m proved that I deserve it.
Now I`m standing on a big scene as large as I don`t see the edges of it. A bright light blinds my eyes, making me helpless in these conditions. Thinking that all people choose me like a cow I start to barf with something that seems like tatty jewelry. Suddenly, this cow, with which I compared myself, is appearing next to me. And I feel a real rivalry between us. I know that it sounds funny but I want to be better than this cow and at the same time everything that happens here is disgusting for me.
“I need to flee from here” – I think inwardly and start running.
Out of the blue, I hear a shot. Short shot. I slowly lower my head and I see my shot stomach. Someone aimed right at me. I am so useful that my fleeing becomes a reason to kill me.
I am grabbing my stomach trying to stop the bleeding. But to my surprise, it is the injury without blood. Only a dry blood trail reminds me that I`m gunned now.
Besides I am afraid to die. I am compressing my bloodless injury, imagining that I am losing consciousness because of great bleeding. So, I decide to run out of this strange scene even though I can`t see anything.
I have to find help here. Oh, black woman…
“Please, call the police. I`m dying”
My voice is so unusual hoarse now, it seems that I am suffocating but try to spell all words correctly.
In my head, I understand that I can`t wait for the police. I should run. I have to run.
- Mister Linch, - a strong woman`s voice appeared around me, - your time is passed. Miss Linch as a patient of our clinic needs to have a rest. Please don`t waste her time… - and she continued in a whisper thinking that I didn`t hear her, - as I remember correctly it was you who wanted your daughter was treated here. As you see her weird visions appear every day, so, she needs to take medicines regularly. Actually, we haven`t known yet what is the reason for these visions.
My fifty-year-old father told me “Goodbye, see you soon, my dear daughter” and I felt another puke attack. But I did not have time to burp everything that was inside me, because it was time to stuff drugs into me to ease my “torment” with oblivion.
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