None of us knew it was coming. Ibrahim was a good friend of mine, we both went to the same medical school, but Ibrahim never finished. Instead he found his passion in the circus. In the very same circus that my sister, Marylin, was a ballerina at. I remember that day fondly. It was a warm summer night the moon was shining and millions of starts created a quilt over the sky. I walked into Ibrahim’s dressing room to surprise him, but what I saw wasn’t Ibrahim, it looked like him, but wasn’t just wasn’t! What I saw was a person that looked like my good friend shot in the head and heart pools of crimson and shiny blood, which terrified me, surrounded around him.
It was a week after Ibrahim’s death, the investigators had no idea who the murderer is and some family members of Ibrahim’s have looked suspicious. I flew on Pan American airlines the next day in first class hoping it would relax my mind. After 15 hours trapped in that tight box, I was glad to walk out. My chauffeur took me to the car and we drove downtown to my personal office. I went inside and everyone greeted me sweetly. There I saw, Bryan, my dying patient for five years. He has a disease that the medical world has never seen before. Sadly, I have to tell him that we have no cure for him and we think he has about a year to live. He smiled and said that it was alright and that he was going to make the best out of it. It was so painful to hear that, I started crying just thinking about it.
The following day I went out shopping for a “me” day when I saw him, Benjamin. I started saying “oh no, oh no, oh no” I felt like a knife stabbed me in the heart. Memories started rushing to my mind. I remember that night when he proposed, but three days later he told me he didn’t love me anymore. He started walking towards me and said hello, all did was stand there. I was as still as a statue. I managed a sort of a squeal out of my mouth that I believe you could distinguish as a hello. We started chatting and he told me how he has been and I told him about my sister in Austria. He said he would be delighted to meet her soon, so we decided to go see her next week. When we finally reached Austria we took a car to the bonjo’ve vounce petime circus. There I saw Marylin, she looked as sad as a person hit by a car. The air was crisp and fresh, Marylin leaned in closer to Benjamin. That’s when I saw it, the spark in their eyes when they looked at each other.
“Why darling, you’re a beautiful one,” said Benjamin to Marylin.
“Thank you sir, you’re not bad yourself,” she said with a great big smile on her face.
Benjamin and Marylin talked a while, when Marylin said that a stranger kept appearing with a red hood wherever she went. Mysteriously the next day someone left bright red ballet shoes that felt like wax from a candle, outside of Marylin’s dressing room. We decided that the shoes were a present from someone at the circus, and that Marylin should wear them tonight at her performance.
It was just minutes until my performance. My heart was pounding faster and faster. It felt like my chest was going to explode. I could taste my dinner striving from my stomach to my mouth. Beads of sweat were forming around my mouth and forehead. I took the pills and a glass of water. “This is the day, this is the day” I kept telling myself. I took the bottle of pills and swallowed all of them and drank a sip of water, the pills tasted like dried bread. I fell to the ground the last thing I heard was my sister’s voice saying no.
I saw Marylin drop to the ground. I quickly tried to revive her, but it was too late. I started crying a sea. The days before Marylin’s performance were her last.
