OCTOBER 10, 1995|
Bogota, Colombia
5:27amRain. It was dark.
I remember. I remember.
The clear liquid passing
through my brown-fingertips,
straighten hair becoming
damp for not a care in
the world.I remember. I remember.
Sirens fell behind my small frame,
the array of fire gusted the tight—
but spacious sleek narrow rode.Several screams hitched through
the Forest grounds causing my frail
frame to willow and whimper. See,
I didn't know what was going on and
who were the people reaching their
hands out the vehicle, begging for help. For God himself. They'd looked
familiar. Too familiar.Shadows under the car peeked.
"Get him out the car!"
"Nooo."
The woman that held the same
eyes as me cried louder."Lena I'll be fine, look at—"
A man. An evil unknown man.
Pushed the dark skinned man on
the muddy ground with a sharp kick,
took me by surprise. Following a
double kick to the head shaking and pushing the body upward; the evil
man pressed his gigantic boot over
the lower back brutally. Finally
dragged him around the car with
a struggle, since the hostage man
didn't wanna corporate.I was frozen.
"Beat him." One deep voice
crashed the forest."No don't hurt him. No."
"Shut up!" A loud smack echoed.
The woman head whipped backwards
in the back seat. She was tied up, hair matted with crimson colors that fell beyond her full lips."We'll give you anything. Please!"
"I said shut the fuck up."
Unraveling a box like object that
he held in a duffel bag, fixing it, he seemed focused. Somehow my ears perked as the guy told the other one
that it was dangerous, but the outraged one didn't care to hear. The guys meaty fingers covered in blood clicked a
way in a timely manner. Planting
the ticker toy on the steel
car.
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