...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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In the small-town Aunt Kathy lived in, there was not much to do. Especially now, that I didn't work at the bookstore anymore.
There was a small mall and a few restaurants. And they did have a movie theatre.
Usually, I liked to watch movies at home, all alone, but from time to time I went to the movie theatre. I went there by myself, just wanting to see the newest movies. And also, the enormously loud noises there, made it impossible to think about bad stuff... at least for a while.
Most of the time, there weren't many people there. Two days before my seventeenth birthday, I was sitting in my chair in the movie theatre, when five minutes into the movie, the door opened, and I saw two girls come in. They were looking around and then pointed to some empty seats. It was pretty obvious to me, that they hadn't bought a ticket, and just snuck in illegally.
They chose the row right behind me and sat down giggling. I was sitting in the second chair, and they chose the third and fourth chair in their row.
About thirty seconds after the girls entered the theatre, a guy came storming through the door. He stopped next to the screen, holding a flashlight and looking around. And then he spotted the two girls.
The guy stormed up the small steps and stopped a little behind me. He started to quietly scream... you know, when you're whispering, but still trying to do it as loudly as possible... at the girls. He didn't want to disturb anybody, but he wanted to be firm and strict. But actually, it sounded kind of funny.
"You two. Show me your tickets. If you don't have any tickets, you have to leave. You can only sit here, if you have a ticket."
From the corner of my eye, I was peeking at the two girls. They were trying to ignore the guy.
"So, let's see the tickets. Come on."
One of the girls tried to get them out of the situation.
"I'm sorry, Sir, we lost our tickets."
It was obvious that the girl had a hard time not to giggle, but the guy just got angrier.
"Well then come on, stand up, and follow me to the outside. We will look for your tickets."
They didn't stand up. Of course not.
"I'm not going to say it again. You need a ticket to be in here. You can't be here if you don't have a ticket."
I got pissed off. If someone says the word ticket again, I'm gonna freak out. I wanted to watch the damn movie and now I couldn't concentrate. I was already regretting coming to the movie theatre in the first place.
The guy didn't stop. And the girls didn't give in.
"Alright. For the last time. Get out, or I'll go get the manager. And then the police."
