Falling Pieces

An Old Acquaintance

I found himself in a dark corridor. I had been there before. Then the realization hit me. I ran towards the end of the corridor and took a right and saw something. my mother lay on the ground, Standing above her a man with a knife. the man yelled, 

" WHERE IS HE!!!!" 

"So the dream reoccurred,"

"Yeah, this time it had a man in there, it was like every time, The dream became more detailed,"

I stood there with my feet glued to the ground. I could not move.

"I ASK AGAIN, WHERE IS HE?!?!" he screamed again. She shook her head and then a heart-wrenching scene. The man reached down and stabbed her. She screamed in pain, in agony and the man walked away and faded. I bolted towards her and kneeled beside her, but she lay askew on the floor. This time I could touch her. I pressed her wound and sobbed, but it was no use. Then I saw her hand. She was holding out a locket.

I jerked awake and sat upright still panting. My forehead was scorching. I had been sweating a lot. I looked to my side and there lay Mikayla fast asleep. sighing I got out of bed and put on my slippers and walked outside. It was pretty early morning about 5 or 6, I went outside to get some fresh air but wind-god seemed to have taken some time off. 

I went back inside put on my sweatshirt and walked downstairs. I felt the locket against my chest. The thing was I hadn't thought about where I got that locket, I guess dreams bring out the worst memories I had hidden away in a lonely corner of my brain. I took it out to see it. It was an emerald, and when opened, it housed a photo of my mother. 

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. I opened the drawer nearest to me and took out a gun. Was it the agent? I crouched along the way to the door, stepped to one side and opened the door and instantly pointed the gun at the person.

"Hey yo- WOAH CHILL ITS ME MARCUS MAN DONT SHOOT!" Marcus said as he put his arms in front of his face. 

"Marcus, what are you doing here?" 

"I came to talk man" 

" Then get in here,"

" no-no we're gonna talk right here right now" 

" well, I'm a wanted criminal so NO,"

"damn dude-" I pulled him in mid-sentence and bolted the door. 

"okay now-" 

"Listen, Pete, What's wrong man? you don't answer my calls, you don't answer my texts, I don't know where you are and I don't like the way you are toying with the gun..." Marcus said pointing towards the gun. I realized I was spinning the loop around the trigger on my finger, I quickly threw it on the table and we both went to the kitchen and sat down to catch up after some hours Mikayla walked down with a gun in her hand pointed towards Marcus 

"PETER WHO IS THIS?!?!" 

"Dude chill, He is a friend drop the weapon" 

"The best friend," Marcus said proudly, "I don't believe I have met you though," 

"Yes we have not," said Mikayla while pouring herself some tea, "I'm Mikayla nice too meet you erm-" 

"Marcus," he got up 

"Right now I gotta go. I'll see you sometime later maybe?"

"Yeah, sure,"

"Aight, see ya," and he picked up his coat and walked out. 

"He seems like a nice guy," she said 

"One of the best," I said beaming and seated myself across her 

"Shame you never mentioned me to him," 

"I haven't met him in more than a year, what do you want? jeez..."