“I Died Once” – Writing Project
CHAPTER VII – The 13th Day
It was the thirteenth day after I had arrived in Africa… I remember it well as I woke up screaming.
“Ahhhhhh!!!! He’s here!! He’s Here!! He’s Here!!” my father came crashing in my room, and took me into his arms… I couldn’t control the tears, I didn’t even know a human body could cry that much. It was embarrassing… But I couldn’t seem to stop.
“It’s just a nightmare Mady, I promise… No one is here” he assured me. But I did not believe him… Or rather… I could not.
“That’s it… No more sleeping out in this guest house, I’m moving you into one of the main house bedrooms” he insisted. “No No, I’m okay…” I assured him. But I wasn’t. The truth was, I had never been this shaken… It’s like all the emotions of the last eight or so years of my life were all starting to flood to the surface. “Come on…” he picked me up out of bed and carried me into the house. It was pitch dark outside, but the sky was unbelievable… Ten Million, Zillion Stars. By the time he got me in the house, the crying had switched to an occasional “Hhhhhehhh…. Hhhhehhh” sniffling, shortness of breath thing. How humiliating.
He brought me to a beautiful room, right next to his. “This is your room now… Tomorrow, you set it up however you like…” he told me. “No… I couldn’t–” I tried to speak, but he interrupted “It’s yours… No more talking… Time to get some sleep”. With this he covered me up with the large, soft white quilt. “I’m going to get you some water, I’ll be right back…” and he stepped out of the room. I could hear thousands of crickets outside, or whatever they were… Africa was truly a beautiful place, I understood why he came here. But in truth, I never actually asked him why, or how he ended up here.
He returned with the water in his hand, and handed it to me. He then handed me a white pill “Here, it will help you sleep” “NO!!!” I slapped it out of his hand… What am I nuts?? He’s been nothing but nice to me. He went and picked it up “It’s not a drug, it’s an Aspirin, I thought you might have a headache from all the crying”. He tossed it in the trash can, and opened up the bottle he had in his pocket, it was Aspirin. He handed it to me again, it said Aspirin on it, what a fool I am. I took it. “I’m so sorry… I–” he interrupted me “They drugged the hell out of yah, didn’t they…”. I stared at him for a minute “They tried… For the most part, I was able to get rid of it… But on occasion, they held me down” he tried to cover me. “Is it okay if I stay up for a while… Watch the sun come up maybe?”. He smiled. “Of course… This place is enchanting”. “I’ll give you some space”. With this he stood up to leave. “Father…” I spoke. This was the first time I had ever called him that. He turned back to me. “What is it hun?”. “Ah… Never mind”.
He smiled, and left the room. I stared out the window… So many thoughts racing through my head… Too many really. Fred would come for me… He’s surely figured out that I know he murdered my mother… I don’t want him to kill my father… I need to leave.
I stood and went to the window. But I was in Africa… Where would I go.
A man in dark brown cowboy boots steps off the train. He drops a cigarette, and stomps it out with his heal.
His boots make their way to a man of information.
“Sam Monroe?” his gravely voice questions the man. “Sam… A very good man… A very good man”. “I need to know where he is… I’ve got money… Lots of it”. The man with information pauses for a bit. “How much if I take you to him?”. The man in the boots sits down a long case with the word “Colt” on it. “Plenty…”.
End Of Chapter VII
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