"Thank you" - I bowed deeply, expressing my overwhelming gratitude as he dropped me off at my home. "No need." - his lips curved in a charming smile. "No, you might not really know what you have done for me today. But you literally saved my life and for that I'm grateful" - I quoted trying to end this awkward situation as quick as possible. He sighed,his hands on the stirring wheels as he exhaled into the air. "If you really feel that much gratitude towards me, then kindly make sure to contact me. And also, give what i had said earlier some thoughts, okay?". He passed his contact card over to me through the car windows. I tossed it into my coat pocket, very much sure that it would be necessary later- just as a precaution. I stood there by the sidewalk with my hands in my coat, watching him zoom off and later disappearing into the horizon. I stretched, yawning as i walked into my apartment - feeling exhausted and tired from the day's drama. The bed sunk deeply under my weight
I stood by the side of the road - my thoughts jumbled and in disarray. I must at some point asked the driver to drop me off here. It wasn't like i knew wherever here was - I rested on the road rails, the sounds of the waters hitting the shores filled my ears. This road was mostly desolated and on very rare occasions, would one see a few cars pass by . I was lost and most importantly, stranded. I sighed, trying so hard to clear my mind. I stepped down, squatting on the tarred road in a pitiful sight. I looked up the rails one more time, a very stupid idea brewing in my mind - beneath this bridge, was a wide sea about 200 ft drop off the ledge. If i could just climb over it - possibly, all my nightmares could come to an end. I could even get reunited with my family once more. With one jump, i could end this life filled with suffering, this torture. Someone grabbed on to my leg, "What do you think you're doing?". I turned my face back, eyes filled with bewilderment and sn
I walked through the corridors before stopping at a phone booth. "Sit" - a male officer decked in dark uniform pulled out a chair for me, his baton in his other hand looking armed and ready. I sat down, staring beyond the transparent bullet proof glass before me - my expression blank. A middle aged man claded in the signature orange prison wear and cuffed around his hands was pushed in. He had his head facing down, his hair was long, overgrown and disheveled. "Prisoner 3546, you have a visitor." - the police officer from the other side nudged him forward, making him seat against his own will. He raised his head with hollowed eyes filled with expectations - I locked eyes with his sunken orbs. His bruised lips trembled , his fear getting the best of him. I laughed - a sort of laugh that often made one question the severity of life. A painful smile crept up my face as i picked up the telephone on my end, placing it directly to my ear as I watched him do the same . I bit my
"He hurt my daughter!" - she shrilled like a crazed woman. "Are you sure he did?. I could easily ask for the CCTV footage and you mischievous deeds could come to light in front of everyone present. "- I leaned closer, leaving just an inch gap between us both. " Then you would lose the little that's left of your pitiable dignity. Choose your pick,i really don't have all day."- I whispered, my voice barely above minimum. Just enough for her to hear. She flinched beneath my gaze, i smiled knowing that she had actually understood my threat. She turned her head staring at the observing crowd while swallowing hard, her hands shook from anxiety. She forced her daughter's head downwards , making her bow before me and the little boy. Her actions shocked the crowd, loud gasps filled the aisle. "Sorry. We are so sorry - kindly pardon us" - she gritted her teeth as she tried to hold her misbehaving child in place. I smiled, she had indeed made the right choice. I turned to the crowd
The director did keep to his word, mailing the script to me the next day. I stayed at home studying the script and trying to get into character. I had been doing this for several days in a row, constantly flipping, revising and acting out scenes from the script. I also kept up the search for any possible leads and as of late,i hadn't been having any luck lately. Sighing,i collapsed into my reclined chair. I picked up a bottle of mineral water from the table, finding it empty at first glance. I groaned, feeling exhausted. Yet i dragged my heavy body to the kitchen, trying to get a bottle of water - instead,i was greeted by the empty fridge. No water,no milk and no nothing. I widened my eyes in surprise - how long have i been living without any supplies?. I scratched my head, unable to figure out how i had suddenly ran out of the basic things. I sighed. Figuring out that i might be needing a break after getting couped up in my house for long,i decided to go grocery shoppi
"I wish to see your boss" The hunky bodyguard stared down at me, feeling hesitant. "I have something that your boss might want to see" - i smiled briefly, holding on to my crutch. "Wait a moment" - he turned to his colleague, whispering a few things before returning his attention back to me. I watched quietly as his colleague walked through the door, returning only some minutes later. "You can go in" - he stretched out his hand, opening the door that led to a dimly red-lit room. "Thanks -" "Without your crutches!!" - he added, cutting my gratitudes short. I stared at this huge figure - Stunned? Yes, i was. "No weapons are allowed inside" - I listened, my mouth slightly agape in surprise. How was my crutch a weapon?!. "How am i supposed to walk without them?" - I questioned the bulky man. "I'll aid you in" - he replied, his eyes barely meeting mine. I dropped my crutch, not wanting to cause any dispute of the sort. I stood there, after being accessed and searched by the b