J0hn
11-24-2006, 10:47 PM
I can't stop running as I dart to and throw taxi cabs in the heat of the night. I look back but keep on going, the pain I try so hard to fight.
Finally a gunshot goes off and the next thing i know, I fall to the ground and the sky and everything around me, fades away into oblivion.
I hear voices all around me about my state of health. Dead or alive, pulse beating and heart finally beating too. I open my eyes and can see the fools. The one who shot me, looking anxious for my recovery.
A few days go by and olivia, my daughter, comes to my bedside with grapes in her hand. She jumps onto my bed and kiss her forehead. I tell her how special she is and how I could never have lived, if i didn't think about you. Her eyes, blue as the deepest ocean, her hair, as blonde as a field full of corn shimmering in the sunlight. Olivia walks out after saying her goodbyes, next thing, I hear a short scream followed by a gunshot and she is no more. I leap from my bed in my hospital cloths and vacate the hospital. I steal a kids bike and ride off into the early hours of the evening. Police hot on my heal, I can feel the breeze tonight, but i continue going till i get to my destination-damn right!
I lose the cops and suddenly my bike gets a flat tyre. I climb over hedges and wires, cutting myself as i clamber over. When I get to my destination, I find Olivia, my daughters tombstone already erect. It reads, Here lays Olivia Flaversham. 2000-2006.
I get physically sick and angry. Livid and angry when i see the guy standing by a tombstone with a grin on his face. He lifts his gun high in the air and then lets one shot go. I say- "mind telling me your name punk!" He replies, "It aint for you to know. Just that Olivia is finally dead and you can rest assured her spirit will appear before your bed".
I collapse to the floor in my cloths and take them off. I am naked, alone with a madman but when I look up again, I see a mirror, it was me all along.
Finally a gunshot goes off and the next thing i know, I fall to the ground and the sky and everything around me, fades away into oblivion.
I hear voices all around me about my state of health. Dead or alive, pulse beating and heart finally beating too. I open my eyes and can see the fools. The one who shot me, looking anxious for my recovery.
A few days go by and olivia, my daughter, comes to my bedside with grapes in her hand. She jumps onto my bed and kiss her forehead. I tell her how special she is and how I could never have lived, if i didn't think about you. Her eyes, blue as the deepest ocean, her hair, as blonde as a field full of corn shimmering in the sunlight. Olivia walks out after saying her goodbyes, next thing, I hear a short scream followed by a gunshot and she is no more. I leap from my bed in my hospital cloths and vacate the hospital. I steal a kids bike and ride off into the early hours of the evening. Police hot on my heal, I can feel the breeze tonight, but i continue going till i get to my destination-damn right!
I lose the cops and suddenly my bike gets a flat tyre. I climb over hedges and wires, cutting myself as i clamber over. When I get to my destination, I find Olivia, my daughters tombstone already erect. It reads, Here lays Olivia Flaversham. 2000-2006.
I get physically sick and angry. Livid and angry when i see the guy standing by a tombstone with a grin on his face. He lifts his gun high in the air and then lets one shot go. I say- "mind telling me your name punk!" He replies, "It aint for you to know. Just that Olivia is finally dead and you can rest assured her spirit will appear before your bed".
I collapse to the floor in my cloths and take them off. I am naked, alone with a madman but when I look up again, I see a mirror, it was me all along.