foreign 2: broken

Part 4 coming home.

Coming home.

The plane screeched to a halt, I could almost feel the rubber tearing from the wheels as we landed, the plane docked and people flooded the aisle the feeling of people In front and behind me, made me nervous, I could hear and feel each little breath and shuffle. The long line started moving and progress returned to my brain. Once I got to the street a rush of familiar smells overwhelmed my nose and brought back memories long forgotten, I looked around at the cozy feeling of flocks of people rushing by, I started walking not stopping once, my sight blinded by daydreams, I did not need to know where I was walking my feet took the lead and pushed my body on their own.

Rain had taken over my consciousness clouding my doubt, my happiness, my sadness, I could feel nothing, my body felt numb to everything as I approached where I would be spending the night. My feet stopped and my mind returned, there I stood before the large empty stone building. I pulled back at a old rusted fence and entered the mud from the rain stuck to my boots and seeped into my soul, I entered the old building and the smell of ash took over my senses I knelt down and touched the soft black powder that refused to leave its final resting place, I walked up our old stairs almost slipping halfway up, I took my final 3 steps and fell to my knees, our old home reduced to nothing, it was empty, broken glass littered the floor, old boot prints lead down the stairs, I crawled my way to a pile of wood and springs where our mattress used to sit, wires leading to a broken outlet. I walked over to our broken bathroom, completely un touched by the blaze, I walked in and tested to lights to no appeal I looked down into the waste basket where a white and pink pregnancy test sat, I rushed out and slammed the door my emotions taking the best of me. I shuffled through the soot and made my way to a broken old window frame where we both used to sit, I could almost imagine her sitting there looking over her territory, all I could do was softly cry.

The morning arose and I was still wide awake, shaking trying to sooth myself, the rustle of gravel stopped my weary state and set my body still, I could hear talking as I snuck my way over to the stairs and peered over the edge, two soldiers geared with assault rifles were looking over the destruction, I made my way down the stairs not stopping, "hey! Is someone up there? This is private property!" my feet where in a rhythm that didn't break, I finally got down to ground level where they stood, "hands up!" the barrel pointed my chest, I looked them in the eye and got on my knees, one soldier beckoned to the other to put restraints on me, I shook him off, "do that again and I will shoot you!" something snapped in my mind, I put my head to the end of the barrel, "then do it then! Kill me! I have nothing left!" my gravely voice barley made it through the sobs, "sir we aren't- "he was cut off by the noise of something sharp cutting through the air, one soldier fell to the floor, blood pooling at my knees, the other soldier stood there, I got up and walked out of the building the sound of screams filling the air.

I walked down the street slowly enjoying the rain washing the fresh blood off my clothes, I kept walking down the empty road lost in my own thoughts all I could do was walk. One foot after the other the plan I had developed on the plane running through my head over and over until the aroma filled my nose, the bitter, succulent smell of coffee overwhelmed my senses, I looked to my right to see a familiar sight, its comfy look reminded me of the addict I used to be. In a trance I walked inside the ring of the bell rang throughout the old shop as I closed the door, I sat down at the counter looking at the different brews that filled the walls, the soft lighting and antique floors, my attention was jerked away as a old man walked around the corner no change in his expression, almost like he was waiting for me to return, "you look rough" his soft voice calmed my mind, "its been a wild ride" he started to prepare a cup of coffee as I told him about my hardships. He handed the cup, the fresh smell waking me up. The silence seemed to intensify as we just sat there until I blurted out, "why did you save me? How?" he took a deep breath and sat down next to me, he told me about his life, he had a happy family, he had a good job as a surgeon and how he lost everything, his wife, his daughter, and his job all in one night, it reminded me of myself in a lot of ways, my happy little life was stripped away from me just like his. "so, what is your plan?" he looked deep into my soul, "I'm going to punish him for what he did" "who is he?" I clenched my fist, "I'm going to kill the director of the doves and make an example of him." I took another sip from the small cup in my hands.

I thanked him for the coffee and left, the breeze as I exited gave me chills that echoed through my body, it was dark in the empty street I found myself in, my vision was not an issue, it was feeling of somebody watching me, there eyes trained ready to pounce, I kept walking waiting for something to happen. Each step making a crunch as the new soft snow collided with my boot, I could hear some crickets chirping in the background, I timed my steps to each chirp like a dance, one two three, one two three, one two- the crickets suddenly stopped, and I could feel a stronger breeze almost push me over, I stumbled back a few steps and stopped, I held my ground staring off into a dark corner I could smell someone, soon red eyes opened in the darkness, I drew my weapon, one two three.