Old Memories

Caffeine

In the city of New York, there is a woman who works night and day to finish her journalism articles on time. Nights are Hell and day isn't a thing for this woman. Coffee is a must! It is a cherished item like a son or daughter. A son or daughter that she doesn't have. A dark, cold night summons some of the worst demons in people but this woman uses these demons to power her writing. She claims that the devil owes her! Yet she goes to church every Sunday begging for forgiveness even though her pattern of self-destructiveness stays the same. 

One late night the woman is writing her articles and feels a difference in the air. Dressed in all black she rises and closes the nearest window. Walking into the kitchen now to make herself some coffee to fuel her demons she says a little prayer. She asks for help with her article, but she tries to barter with God. "If you help me to finish this article on time, I swear that I will dedicate my whole life to you." She says with the enthusiasm of a board. Suddenly the microwave beeps and brings the woman back to this world. Preparing coffee was easy for this woman. She had at least five cups a day and that doesn't include her nighttime excursions for caffeine. Soon blackness would take over her life in the form of a coffee cup. A glob of nasty caffeine would swallow her whole and never release her from the constant caffeinated coma. But this is how she worked at night. One caffeine induced coma after another. 

As she walked back to her computer to finish writing the next paragraph, she saw something different with her desk. It was missing a few papers that were essential to her article. The woman searched for the paper for what seemed like a lifetime to her. Finally giving in, she sat down and used her imagination. The article had one more paragraph to go and the woman was running out of ideas. Once again, she prays to God to help her finish her project, but she finds nothing to work with. Frustrated and confused she sits in the chair. The air goes cold and stiff. Sounds have stopped producing the same frequencies and color seems to drain out of the room. The woman barely notices while thinking about the next paragraph. She silently wishes that her creativity would just go on the screen when a shadow appears behind her. The shadow cocks a gun to the back of her head and pulls the trigger, spilling all the woman's creativity onto the computer screen, thus granting her wish. The room's color returns, the sounds are amplified, and the air returns to its normal state. The devil laughs silently in the corner of the apartment as he got his revenge on the woman who defied him. "The score is settled. I'll see you in Hell."