BUTTERFLIES I N THE DARK

THOSE WHO WISH ME DEAD

"We all die. The goal isn't to live forever; the goal is to create something that will"

-Chuck Palahniuk-

Politics has always been known to be a risky business, you can't have the arms of power and not expect people to hate you, it's part of the game, you get into it knowing the risks, knowing that to "serve your people" you must risk those you love. Father always travels in a well protected convoy with a police car leading and a military van following at the end. Sometimes even you have the best security it's not enough death knows no bounds. Today started out with the normal schedule I had come to develop at the state house with the variation being that my so called father arose to beg me to follow him to escort him to a campaign up country something which I utterly refused but as usual he continued to insist that it would give me skills in politics(like I was interested), I decided to view it as an opportunity to see country life a life I had only imagined in novels so I accepted like the adventurer I was.

The convoy swirled through the empty streets courtesy of the block by the police; the cars glinted under the sun due to the harsh mid day sun. The atmosphere was rigid, the hum of engines accompanied by the faint rustle of tactical gear. I was happily enjoying the rustle of trees outside and humming a tune when everything turned to chaos.

Suddenly the sound of gunfire being released took me out of my reverie as I tried to figure out what was happening, with the increased shots I started panicking as I realised how vulnerable and much of a target I was. I peeped out to see nothing apart from the army officers running out of the car, my officer himself jumped out of the car leaving me all alone enveloped in fear. Bullets reached my car hitting the tyres with a pop and I let out an involuntary scream. The world narrowed to the sound of gunshots, scuffles and footsteps that seemed to be coming nearer to me with every passing second and the I saw them and I guess they saw me to because them and they white masks started approaching my window, I tried to open the door and in vain realise that I had been locked in, I looked back at the men in whom my life hung in balance and suddenly every heartbeat, every second mattered as I hung in the space between survival and oblivion. I passed out.

I had survived and woke up the next day at around mid night sweating profusely, the first lady immediately came to seem and assured me that I was safe she said the men hadn't harmed me but had just left me a note it read "family comes first, right?"