cold air of the night

the cold air of the night

Cold, what is cold? It could be when it's cold outside; it could be when someone phrases it as what they did was cold. For me it's the cold air of the night.

There I was walking down a street, a dark, broken and lonely street, not a sound could be heard, it was as quiet as a predator looking for it's prey. Not one street light was working, they had all been smashed  by thugs and creeps, every house, half destroyed or barely there at all, strays following me, eying me like I'm a snack. a bench came into reach so i sat down in the cold air of the night.

i thought to myself, why? why did he do that to my mother? my poor, weak, defenceless mother, treated like that. It wasn't fair for her; I had to avenge her so I did. i found him, i chased him and after all he did to my mother...I killed him! I killed my father in cold, heck I'd do it again if i had the chance, after what she did to my mother, the last person to care about me, driving her to ki... *sigh*, I laid there on the bench, my bench and just cried in the cold air of the night.

As I was lying there, a figure watched me, like they care if something bad was going to happen to me, with it watching me i felt safer because i felt like i knew who it was. After a while another figure appeared next to the other one, i still didn't know who they were but I still  felt safe. not long after, another figure appeared but it was smaller then the other two. with them watching i felt safe in the cold air of the night.

I looked at my phone, it was past midnight but i didn't care, i didn't want to go back home to my abusive wife and kids that hate me, I plugged in my earphones and just listened to music, nothing in particular, just what i could find, so i laid there listening to music in the cold air of the night.

I started to watch the figures again, they had gotten closer and still were, slowly walking towards me, soon they were right in front of me, and that's when I realised, that child was me but when I was younger and the other figures were my parents when they were happy, for the last time. I stared at them for what felt like hours but was really just minutes. suddenly *smash* I fell unconscious laying on the floor with the cold air of the night.