Intimidation

I once met a friend who was so kind and polite. It came out of nowhere, as if it was from a magician's hat. Its hair was jet black. It had a blue shirt that bloomed Peonies and Roses. I thought I knew this person. I saw it when I was little. I was a little squirrel pouncing through the grass. Nevertheless, I saw the person I was meant to be friends with. I saw it when dawn's break had hit. Or when mourn was at hand. I saw it everywhere. It was dressed like a daydream.

Would you like to know who that friend was? I met it at Walter Street. I was coming from school when I approached my grandmother's house. I saw the stinky garbage piled up in front of the house. My mother always said that it smelled horrible and that the sanitation workers couldn't pick up the trash from the house because of the guard dogs next to Mrs. Mara's yard. Though I tried to smell it I couldn't. It was as if I had shut my nose unknowingly. I saw a shadow, very dark. Its shadow was the only one I noticed, other than Mr. Sheldon, who made others hagridden by his looks. I looked back the shadow. There was something very interesting about that shadow. It was glowing. It was very bright. I looked at others. How come they were not able to see this shadow? It seemed very visible to me.

I met it many times. Seeing it made me feel old. I thought I had a Vision. It wouldn't have happened this any times if it were a vision. Another time I met it was at the park. Grover Cleveland Park was my favorite park as a child. I laughed and played there as I was with my friends back then... Now, I felt useless since my old friends were traveling to Canada to mourn a funeral of Maria Deere Martyr. I walked into the park, thinking of my friends if they were there. I came by the swings where bullies from the 4th grade of Wellington Harris Quinton Public School. Or as others know it, P.S 215. They usually used it as a hideout. I swung on the swings where up high, I could see the Population Police Political Station Headquarters. Nobody was there. Not even the tiniest whisper could be heard nor an ant could be heard.

Crash! I heard the Sanitation workers dumping garbage near the park, where the landfill was located. Then I heard the sounds of thunder flashing in the sky. The clouds got darker by the moment. Before you knew it, it was raining. I was drenched in the rain. I hadn't brought an umbrella nor a raincoat. I guess that's what I get for not checking the weather. After all, I had bad Karma in everything I did. I wasn't so happy on the path home.

Then I saw Maria Walking in the rain with a bright purple Coat, red boots and a pink cap. I called her for the momentum I had strangling towards her. My body hurled over the big lake that was flooding the garbage cans. She bellowed hello back and gave me an umbrella.

I was wet and my scent wasn't the expected one you'd smell. She led me back. I was home. I went in the and immediately hit the showers. I realized I wasn't the only one that was there in the rain. I saw that same shadowy figure amongst a fig tree we walked by that the Earth day workers planted around the block.

That day was very strange...My skull was being overloaded with these infuriating events a man could definitely not handle. Mother Nature's Wishes had finally become true. I was mind blown. The paralyzed self I saw in my mirror was making me berserk. I smoked 12 cigarettes and drank 50 beer bottles made especially from Cots and Cumbers©. I was losing myself in dust and ash. The fire I had sparked became bigger and I was ready for it to kill me. My door was open and I had my phone on so people would be able to see me dead in the mist of gore. I grabbed a knife. It was a hunter Knife, 12 inches long, and 19cm wide. I was ready.

Slash...

"UUGGHH"

I slit my throat in half and at the last moment, I collapsed. I was finished. I had no life anymore. God was on his way to pick my soul up from Earth and send me to the heavens...