My Life Was Prison, In Prison I Was Free

Part 5

I didn't know where I was going. I was drenched. The cold was very harsh and I was shivering like effervescence. The lighting was striking in anger, perhaps to tell me, this is the end of you. The world was lamenting my death summoning me to pay for my sins. I had to seek shelter. I looked to my front and there was the Church. I walked two steps to the front but something circumscribed me into resistance. I looked to my left and a cat yowled at a distance. I took a glance to my right and saw a dilapidated house. As I walked near, it crashed down as the raging trajectories carried away its faint pieces of wood. I had to look for a higher ground or else gushing dirty water in the multiple trajectories would take me down. That would be a humbling and a stupid way to die for the son of The Crow. The church was at a higher ground but my pride and pain wouldn't let me go near it. I stopped and bellowed at the top of my voice, "Hey! Why don't you kill me already? You God of the poor. Why don't you just send the lightning to strike me dead?"

I saw light close to the church. It was a house and I roared in pride, "Phew! Thank to man's creation that I couldn't enter your house. I cannot down my pride to such a level." I walked to the house. My left rib was burning in pain. I could feel it twitch. As I was almost 50 meters to the house, the downpour got exasperated at my sight of help. I fell on the washed away ground. I could not walk anymore. I dragged myself with my feet and hands as tears of intense pain flowed down my ruddy cheeks. As I tried to drag my torso, a blinding lightning struck and I slid 5 meters below. I clung to a shrub whose base was being washed away by the gushing waters. I looked below and gushing waters were bitter with uproar. Streams of murk complimented the rushing waters and they wanted to swallow me alive. I started hallucinating again, I saw my mother giving me a hand. I grabbed it. My father, out of the blue was pointing a gun to her head and she let go of me. Edna shouts to dad that that was not right, that am his own blood but Sally laughs and mocks at me saying, "Now save yourself boy!"

One root of the shrub cut off and I closed my eyes as I slid into another mental vision. I see Baddy giving me the muzzle of his rifle to cling to and when I was out, his gang shot him dead in cold blood and I rushed down to hide, again clinging to my shrub. I hear Mary whispering, "I loved you, and I always wished to have a life like yours, only to die because of you." I plead with her to help me but she walked away. Another root of the shrub cut off and only one root remained. I feared for my life. I didn't want to die again. I remembered the priest telling me to re-think your life! "Could that be the solution?" I thought. I thought about my life, how crooked it has been, how I cursed and resented to it. I asked myself of where evil men like my dad and Juno came from. I realized that we mere mortals are all flesh and blood and were all bound to die. I realized that we have a timeline that we should make good use of. I thought of the old priest and I felt the shrub getting weaker. I decided to shout to the word to help me, or whoever made the world. I shrieked, "You have been convicting my soul all since, have mercy on me. Save me. At least let me die a honorable death."

A bright light flashed on my face as the shrub was losing its grip to the ground. I thought that God has indeed answered my prayer and I was going to die a honorable death. I saw two figures stretch their hands to me. I was getting weaker as I had lost a lot of blood. The furious cold had also made my hands numb. I tried as much to pull my right hand and get it close to the outstretched hand to no avail. The light became brighter and I closed my eyes. Something told me that I could do this. I pulled my hand with all the little strength I had to reach the outstretched hand but the shrub cut off.

Someone grabbed my left hand and I managed to reach my numb right hand to the outstretched hand. The light rolled down the anthill and was swept off by the water. The two figures pulled me up to the higher ground. I was out of breath. I was all shivering and in pain. I felt as if I was strangled of air. I was lying down on a pavement and I open my eyes. I saw the church and a distorted figure of a familiar face. It was a girl. I tried to open the dying sockets wide and my eyes felt warm, they felt consoled by the sight. I whispered, "Jenny... I...." I passed out....