Movie Night

We sat on opposite sides of the couch, our socks touching each others, enough to know they were there.

The light from the television flickering, soft voices emerging from the speakers.

The characters; out of breath, hiding, revealing the previously hidden affection for each other, the final moments of their lives upon them as the murderer approached behind them, the violins in the background creating tension putting my hair on edge. Held in each others arms their eyes attempt to pierce the darkness, in a futile attempt to ensure their safety from harm.

The violin reaches its climatic point the shadow of the killer crossing the backs of the pair, oblivious to his intentions despite the messages that were yelled at the television by us.

The glint of the blade against the darkness, reflected off the light of a nearby street lamp, reaching the eyes of the now horrified, young girl. She turns at the last moment as the blade is brought down.

The room goes black.

I feel his foot move, his voice emerges from the darkness “What the…” A flash of light and a crack of thunder fills the room with vibrations, interrupting him before he could finish.

I jump with the vibrations, the lower half of my body swivelling off the couch, my feet seeking the floor to find their bearings; only to connect with the coffee table.

This time there were no claps of thunder to cover the words which should never have passed my lips: …“Shoot”.
“Emma!”
“What!?”
“I never thought I’d hear you say that!”
“You know, it’s a good thing my eyes have grown accustomed to the darkness…”
“Why’s that?”
“Because I can do this.” Laughing as I push him off the couch.

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That one call….

That one phone call, that one dreaded message,

Rain falling, thunder rumbling.
The television flashing images of worry, frustration, regret, hate, shock.

Why did she hang up, why was she crying? This isn’t like her, i look to the photos on the mantelpiece by the door. I’ve never seen her this upset, she’s scaring me, i don’t know what to say, i shouldn’t have let her go.

I get up, tears forming, filled with worry and regret, i’m going to fix this, make it all better. I grab the keys from the bench reach for my coat and leave the house.

Fumbling with the lock i manage to open the driver side door, i sit down dropping my keys by my feet, i curse to myself, my car has no lights inside any-more, having recently blown. Cursing more i desperately look for the keys hair falling over my face. A bright flash of lightning, lighting up the innermost darkness of the car, my keys just beside my hand, sitting innocently as if they were looking at me, ‘I was here all the time’.

Growling i grab the keys, starting the car, it groans in shock of being started at such a late point of the night ‘I’m trying to sleep here, come back later’. I punch the steering wheel in frustration. It starts,

Smiling but grimacing at the same time, my hand now aching I’ll regret that in the morning. I drive down the road, now regretting the punch even more, aching a dull throb, throb, throb, like the heartbeat of two lovers, strong and constant.

The rain now pelting with retribution, reducing the visibility to a little less than 5 meters, i maintained my speed, i needed to see her, flash of lightning, her face appears before me, that sad haunted face i imagine her to be revealing, all alone. I hate not being by her side, hate not making everything better, hate not..

I swerve, to avoid the out of control car coming towards me, not thinking… time slowed, mouth agape, this was it, what do i do?

Swerving still, struggling to maintain any control that remained with the car, it screeching in protest.

This was it, i saw a lamp post. Too late.

Shocked i slammed on the brakes.

Slowing, slowing, slowing, the lamp coming closer and closer, still too quickly.

Darkness.

Eyes flickering, my car. Stopped, in front of the lamp post, with little more than an inch to spare.

Shock.

-Roaring Fox

Nightmare.

I wake up, sweat pouring off my head, my hands clammy, my body covered in goosebumps.

Rain pouring against the windows, belting like liquid pebbles.
A flash of lighting. A face at the window…I’m still dreaming….

Running, pathways, choices, where to go…
Trouble on every corner.

Darkness.
Panic, nerves raw, eyes moving rapidly, decisions, decisions.

Where to go, there they are, the chase. What do they want from me?
Why do they not hear my cries? My yelling, my screams?

I run, but go nowhere, i see them wherever i turn. A maze of alleyways and streets, where to go? Where to escape?

To escape from this reality?

Why won’t someone save me?

A shudder, the world shakes, flashes of bright lights, constriction, i can’t move, can’t do anything.

Blinded.

Eyes opening, being held by my girlfriend, kissing my lips gently to wake me up, oh so blissful. Soothingly says “it’s okay, i’m here” pulling me closer…

Flicking the light off, I roll over, holding her closely. She falls back to sleep.

I sigh.

Just a dream…

Whispered into my ear. We’re waiting…

Nightmare.

-Roaring Fox