...chapters of my life... musings of my mind...: David Morgan was fourteen years old, when his parents got killed in front of him. He's trying to live on... He's trying to forget... But these nightmares are always there. Why did his parents got kill...
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After Meg, I returned to my previous workout plan: running instead of sex, push-ups instead of sex, sit-ups instead of sex, chin-ups... well you get the point. That meant I had to do my workout program on the afternoons again; I was in school more and, of course... no more sex.
That on the other hand had the effect that the knife in my chest was there constantly. My mood got darker again. I got more pissed off in school by little things. And I had too much time with my thoughts again.
Somehow I had to find something that would keep me busy. So, when Aunt Kathy's co-worker in the bookstore took a month off, for a trip around the world with her husband as kind of a late honeymoon, I offered to help her out at the store.
So, for four weeks I went to the bookstore every day after school to arrange and re-arrange books, help customers to find what they were looking for and sit behind the counter reading books myself.
I read a lot of books in the previous year, so I was pretty confident in helping out the costumers. Whatever request I couldn't fulfill, I passed on to Aunt Kathy.
And then it happened again.
I was re-arranging books on a desk in the middle of the store, when I happened to look out the window. And then suddenly my heart started racing. Outside - on the other side of the road, in front of a tree, there he was, sitting on a bench, looking at me: the guy from the backseat.
And this time, I was sure. It was him.
I let the books fall on the table and started running towards the door. But this time I didn't want to run away, I wanted to punch him in his fucking face.
So, I sidestepped two tables and ran to the door. On my way I collided with a costumer, and I saw Aunt Kathy looking at me with a perplexed look on her face.
When I opened the door and ran out on the street, I almost collided with another woman in front of the store. I had to spin around to avoid running into her. And when I finally was back on track and looked ahead... the park bench was empty.
My head spun from one side to the other. I tried to survey the entire plaza, the entire park in front of the bookstore, but he was gone. I stood there for about three minutes just surveying the park.
Nothing.
And then Aunt Kathy came out of the store.
"What's going on, David?"
Well, I'm losing my fucking mind, that's what's going on.
"Nothing. I thought someone stole a book. Let's get back inside."
So, we turned around and went back into the store. I took one final look at the bench, but nobody was there anymore.
