The Fatefull Night

Analogies

     "New plan?" I asked suspiciously .

     "We probably shouldn't discuss out here" he whispered cautiously. He took my hand and dragged me into my room, then shut and locked the door. I peered over his shoulder a little scared. He must have noticed and said reassuringly turning to face me, "Don't worry, I'm not trying to kill you." I was still nervous, but relaxed a little. 

     "Ooooohkaaaaaaay" I said distrustingly 

     "Hey, if I wanted you dead, I could've let you fall!" He snaps back.

      "Good point. Now, this new plan?"

     "Yeah. We are going to leave at 8:00 pm, it will take about four hours to get to where we need to, we're then gonna kill a nearby hippy who has a van with good gas mileage then drive in the night to the supposed Area 51 sight, then sneak in, get Sally, then get the hell,out before anyone suspects a few guards and security systems down."

     "Seems to have a difficulty level of medium, though simple as it could be without storming in, if something small goes wrong, then nothing will really happen, but ya'll are going to need to make sure there aren't any major hitches. Other than that, seems like a legit plan."

     "That's what I'm worried about. I wasn't exactly lieing when I said I couldn't sleep. I feel like something completely unexpected, uncalculated, is going to happen."

     "Well, that's always a climax in a story. It usually ends in happy endings."

     "Your talking to one of those unhappy endings. Even sometimes, after so much pain, it can get worse." He laces his fingers behind his head. "Yep. Terrible shit can happen to some of even the most luckiest of people" He then sits down on the bed.

    "Damn, your so pessimistic! I know you've gone through some terrible stuff. I'm not saying it will, but eventually, it can all get better. Okay look," I sit next to him," There are optimists,'the glass is half full', there's pessimists 'the glass is half empty', there's realists 'the glass is 50% filled with liquid' then there's my favorite, opportunists, 'while you idiots were discussing how much was in the glass I took the liberty of finding out what was I the glass'." I think he raised an eyebrow at me. "What I'm saying is, you can look at it on a dark side or a bright side, or look at it for what it is. You can do all that, but, if you don't at least try, it most certainly is never going to get better. Usually luck doesn't have any to do with these things. It's people's actions. I could rant on for hours, but you get the jest."

    "Well that's a whole new perspective on life." He kind of chuckled then layed on the bed. "You sure seem to have the likes motivational speaker. Well I'm glad somebody tries."

     I looked at him with a stern concerned face. Then I get up, "Look, if you want to be sarcastic just leave! I'm not dealing with your shit. You choose, are you going to wallow in self pity, or go do something. Because I know that the state of depression ya'll are in is self pity. You may be scared for Sally, but would she want ya'll to feel sorry for her and you're selves? I may not know what she wants, but I know that the pity party all of you are having isn't helping anybody!" I was so mad that this jackass was just being sarcastic.

     He looks at me up and down, as if surprised by my boldness. He gets up, with an enraged look on his face. I look him right in the goggles. "Look you little bitch, you must have forgotten who you are talking to. I could kill you in the blink of an eye. Stop acting like you know how we feel." I was pissed. He would kill me just because I was trying to get him the fuck up and not be so depressing.

    "With what?" I gesture around the room. "You all have told me that everyone is sad and uptight and basically ready to go off at anyone because Sally is gone! You say I don't know how ya'll feel. Look at yourself! You're proving me right right now!"