Reality

I rushed down the stairs ignoring the beautiful smell of bacon.
“Oh that looks delicious but I can’t have any today”
“Kenny?” “Yea Kenny, there’s a file we overlooked and that’s going to cost us extra hours” I replied giving a lifeless smile to Carter.
“So no Brown’s today?” she asked like she already knew the answer.
“I’m sorry no”
The Browns had just moved in next door and they wanted to get to know their neighbours. Who does that these days? Stana loved to keep a close relationship with neighbours. She was looking forward to that dinner. She was kind of an extreme caring loving type and I kind of love that. I guess that’s what makes her so special. I kissed her and patted Carter goodbyes and rushed to my Cadillac.

“I had the weirdest dream yesterday” Kenny said chewing his sandwich. “I was in a cell and aliens standing around observing me to. I was an experiment or something”
“yea sure out of all the people on earth they would chose you for an experiment” I said jokingly.
Kenny was tough but with a very feminine touch. I always found that amusing. He was a kind of a guy who would put his career before his love life and that’s why I believe he has a record of three divorces.  He would go to any extent to get the job done. This one time he got a little boy to play his son on father son day. He wanted the partners to see that he was a family man and that they did. I love that guy. We make a good team.

I opened Carter’s door to check on him. He was sound asleep. He’s beautiful. He’s got the best of both of us. I tiptoed into our bedroom not wanting to wake Stana up.
I lay on my bed thinking. I was living my dream I got a good job, a very loving family and my mom’s still alive the only person I look up to. My dad left her when I was six and she raised me all by herself. She got a job small pay, but enough to get me through high college. I owe it all to her for where I am today. Her entire life after dad left was for me and it did pay off.

My mom was running around and Stana was not much of a help. She liked doing things herself. She was in her 60’s but looked older. Carter was outside playing with Roxy, mom’s golden retriever. We should get a dog I told Stana. “If you’re saying that because the way Carter plays with roxy, I think we need to give him a brother or sister.” Stana was not a dog person.
“We’ll be back next Thursday” we kissed my mom goodbye. I saw tears in her eyes. Seven days were like a year to her.

I woke up with a jolt. Is that the only way they know how to wake me up? Every morning or night I really don’t know they would tase me to give me like a jump start. I drank the green liquid they gave like every time. I still don’t know what this is for but I didn’t feel any different. Then they would rolle my cage to the white room as I describe it simply because everything in that room is white. Inside the white room is a small door leading to a smaller white room where they would fill the room with some sort of gas upon rolling me in my cage into it. The gas is no different than oxygen except after a few hours I would feel like my head’s going to explode and I would eventually pass out. I then wake up with needle like things pierced into my body. It’s extremely painful and I would be hanging in a poorly lit room. It would be a while until I hear the metal split dropping me into a pool of foul smelling liquid. The liquid is immediately drained and I’m picked up with huge metal claws and dropped into the cage and return to where I started, a dark room with cold temperature.  I would eventually fall asleep and the same procedure is repeated the next time I wake up.

This is what my life has become into since the alien abduction. Stana and I would watch the news of people sighting alien spaceships but we would laugh it off calling those people crazy. No one we knew had ever seen or heard a spaceship. I wasn’t until I woke up in this cage the last ever memory of being on earth being me and Stana falling asleep together after sex. Carter is probably a big brother now. He’ll make a good big brother. My mom’s still alive? I don’t know. Maybe she is maybe she is not. Kenny must have got another partner but it wouldn’t be the same. Kenny and I were a great team. We knew it and the firm knew it.

I don’t know how I got abducted and why they took me but here I am. I don’t even know where I am or how far am I from my sweet home. I’ve been here four and a half years, I count the days, with the same routine every day and I can’t figure out to get out of this advanced cage let alone getting out of this planet.

This is where I will be forever I know that because I don’t age anymore. My body hasn’t changed one bit the day I got into this cage. My face is still the same with no grey hair I can see that because there is small mirror in my cage. I guess they got that from us because everyone here is fascinated by it. I sometimes see a few of them gathered around a broken mirror and examining it.

I will never see my family again but I see them every day in my dreams. I have mastered the art of lucid dreaming while on earth and I’m glad I did because that’s what enables me to see my family my mom. Dreams have become my reality. I dream every day I need to see my family before this crazy routine.

Today it’s probably Thursday and we’re going to meet my mom. I'll tell her about Stana and I having another baby. She’ll be very happy. I can’t wait to see the happiness in her face. 

No pain is awesome....yeah bullshit

A couple of years back I struck up a conversation with an eight year old at a dinner party. We talked about superheroes and stuff. He told he wanted to be a superhero too so I asked him what would your power be. What he told me took me back to what I had seen on TV many a years ago.

There was a child aged around 2 or 3 or something I don’t quite remember. She was born with a deadly disorder. She could not feel pain no pain at all. This may sound cool but it definitely isn’t.
The disorder was caused due to mutations in the voltage-gated sodium channel SCN9A (just wikipediaed it). As her story carried on they showed some real sad stuff like how she used to hurt herself. She never felt pain so whatever she did to her body she never felt it and she was kid after all she dint know any better. One thing which really hurt me was when she pulled out one of her eyeball. Her parents were watching TV when suddenly they turn around to see their daughter plucking out her eyeballs. She dint know how this would affect her there was no pain to stop her from doing it. There were similar other incidents they showed like how she used to touch the iron while still hot.

The eight year old kid told me his superpower would be to feel no pain. Obviously he doesn’t know how much of a serious matter it was than it actually sounds. He could fight bad people, take bullets without being hurt, jump into fires to save people. That’s the side he sees in this superpower. He fails to understand that there is much more to it that he would actually be hurt, his health would be deteriorating without him knowing it. And then one day drop dead with no caution ever.

Her parents had to watch her 24/7 for fear she would do something horrible. She may never suffer she may lead a painless life but is that kind of life long. Will she live for long? There is no pain to tell her what’s wrong with her no pain to tell her that she needs to pay a visit to the doctor. Obviously her parents would take her to the doctor more often than the other parents.

What if our lives had no pain, no bad things, and no obstacles? What if we lived in a world with no rules or regulations? Would we even last for a short while?
We definitely need pain we need rules, obstacles to stop us at the right time to help us understand that yeah I’m not supposed to be going there or doing that (of course overcoming obstacles is a totally different thing).

It is because of all those unpleasant barricades that our life isn’t a total shithole.

Parallel Universe

I woke up in dimly lit room with closed windows. I had no idea how I got here or where I was.
I walked towards a table at the corner of the room and there was a note which read
“Welcome Hudson Matt. You are now in a parallel universe. You have been sent here for a purpose which you will have to find out. Please check the drawers for documents for further details and a gun licenced to Kevin Fray which is your new identity.”

I pulled open the drawer and hurriedly went through the files. A driver’s licence, residence details, insurance policy were all in there. I saw a gun and a bunch of keys which included a car key according to the file.
I stepped outside a bright sunny day and looked back at the building. There was something different about it I couldn’t figure out what. I started for my new home with the help of navigation. I looked myself at the rear view mirror and got the shock of my life. I had undergone a major plastic surgery. There was not a single resemblance of my old face.  The streets were clean and with very few people.  There is really nothing different here for a parallel universe.

The building was tall with around 20 storeys I guessed.
“Hello sir how I may help you?” the receptionist asked with monotonous tune. She had curly hair and had an oval face. She wore thick framed glasses which made her face look even more wide.
“Kevin Fray, moving in…” I cut short hearing my voice. It was different, more deep and low. They even messed with my voice box. I will find out. “oh yes Mr Fray right this way.” She guided me to an elevator. “Hope you like your new place Mr Fray”
12B. I pushed open the door and stepped in. The place was luxurious. Everything was made, the living room, the bedroom, the open kitchen and the attached bathroom. The living room opened to a balcony which overlooked the city. The air felt warm.
I lay on my bed thinking. If this is a parallel universe, why is everything the same? There was nothing different, people the same, the atmosphere. Why am I here? Will I ever return if this is a parallel universe?

The night was cool with a light breeze. I drove around searching for information that would lead me to believe that this was a parallel universe. I decided to look into history, music and other stuff. There was no possible way that it would be the same. I stopped outside a cd store and stared at the posters. Oh my God. Yes those posters had names I never heard before. I walked in and went through several discs. They were all different but some had a similarity in their names. I moved over to the movies section. The movies too were of I never heard before but the plot of a few movies were similar to those in my home universe. I started to build a theory in my mind. I found the books section and hurriedly went through a few books which I thought I was familiar with. I was right. Most of the books had the similar story of books in my universe.

I sat down on my couch reading the guide book I picked up. My place is called Talexia. The president was a guy called Frank Telly. There were only 31 other countries. This universe was pretty much the same as compared to my universe. I knew I was not the only one sent to this universe from mine and each had a purpose a purpose to make this universe a universe like ours, a home like ours. But what was my purpose? I decided to look for people who shared the same fate.

The alarm went off and I woke up with a jolt. I lay on my bed thinking about the dream. If something like that really happened. I thought. So with that thought I masturbated and left for work.

Love and Dreams

October 10^th 2008

“No one knows the purpose of dreams. Some believe dreams are a glimpse of their future while others think it’s just our mind cleaning out the trash. Well no one knows. Everyone has their own perception….”  

I looked around the auditorium. It was sold out.

“This guy is some speaker uhh?” whispered the old lady in the seat next to me. “Dreams have always fascinated me. I often sleep just to see a dream to see what my mind has to say and let me tell you, she is hilarious.”

The talk was over. i drove back home but dint want to. But do I have a choice?  I fell face first onto my bed. This bed will never feel the same again. I would never see her again. Maybe.

June 3^rd 2007

“The meeting is in five Mr Wilson” my secretary chimed in. “In a minute Stacey” my voice sounded dead. The meeting went better that I thought. This company could be at the top. I thought.

The café was half empty. I looked at my watch. 5.50 p.m... This was unusual. This place would be packed with people grossed into their laptops. I sipped my coffee. Sweet. The coffee was always refreshing. I heard the door open and turned around to be taken aback. She was gorgeous her dark smooth hair cropped just above her shoulders. She took her coffee and sat at the table opposite me. She hurriedly went through her files and made a phone call. She must be important I thought.

I couldn’t sleep. Her beauty was haunting me. She was different from those other business women. I dint know where she worked or what she did all I knew was I wanted to see her again. Something inside told me I will.

It was six o’clock. The café was quieter than usual. I prayed she would come and yes she came. I went up to her grabbing a chair, sat down.

“Hey how you doing?” “I’m doing great” she replied in a calm tone. “I’m Wilson, Adan Wilson.” “Melania.” Her eyes were beautiful. I smelled her rose perfume. Intoxicating. She told me she worked at Branch connections. A place 10 minutes from mine. We talked for as long as I can remember. I felt something I never did in a long time.

“So I’ll pick you up at eight?” I hung up the phone. The day was warm and quite depressing. Stacey dint show up today. She went home to look after her sick aunt. I dint mind the extra work. I was too excited for my date with Melania.

I saw her coming down the stairs her red dress glowing under the dim street light. “You look lovely!” I exclaimed. She smiled exposing her shinning white pearls.

“How did you know I like Chinese?” she asked surprised. “Well I dint I’m glad you do” I replied slightly nervous.  We had a great time. We had a strong connection. I knew I would marry her, make her the mother of my children. I was happy.

It’s been two months since I first met Melania and nothing has changed. She was still the same great person I fell in love with. She cared for me looked after me. She was the kind of person I waited my whole life for.

“I’m nervous what if I screw up” she said softly. “You don’t have to be baby. They’re simple folks I’m sure they’ll love you” I said calming her down.

She helped my mom with dinner. “She’s a good catch you better not lose her son” my dad said patting my shoulder. She got along with my parents more easily than I thought.

Oh she was perfect. I cannot go one day without seeing her hearing how her day went. Saturday night was movie night horror movie night to be specific. We would cuddle up in our bed kissing and talking about how the movie should have been scripted. Her cooking was amazing. Pasta was her speciality.

Work was stressful. The board decided to expand our branch. I leaned on my desk typing lifelessly. I felt my phone buzz. “Hey sweetie what’s up?” “when you coming home baby I made pasta” she said depressed. ahh pasta I could taste it already. “Soon…just a few more documents. I love you” “love you too”

I reached my apartment to see the door wide open. “honey?” I called out. No reply. Where was she. I entered my bedroom grabbing my baseball bat. I got the shock of my life. The bed was covered in blood the sheet soaked red had a human form. I stepped closer hoping for not what I thought it was. I pulled the sheet to find her eyes open wide and a cloth inside her mouth. I screamed I started banging the wall. Her throat was slit a knife placed above her left palm. i couldn’t take it. My Melania. Why my Melania? I called it in barely able to speak.

I watched as they wrapped her body and take it away. I felt my heart melt inside. How can I get over this? She was my everything she made me complete. We made each other’s life worth living for.

June 3^rd 2008

I sat at the café looking at the door the door through which she walked in when I first saw her. Her smile her eyes her laughter. We came to this café together many a times it was our place. Now its mine only mine. The coffee was bad or so I thought. Everything was bad. life had lost it’s colour it’s meaning. Melania would often tell me how I should be more social. I regret it now. I had no one to talk to. Melania was all I ever needed now she’s gone. June 3^rd its exactly one year since my eyes first laid sight on Melania. This café. June 3^rd.

I opened my cupboard and took out a newspaper dated November 21^st 2007. “GIRL MURDERED FOR $20”. Yes that’s right those lowlife bastards killed her just for 20 bucks. They killed her for thrill to satisfy their pleasures. Fucking assholes. I lay on my bed her lingerie my gift hanging on the stand which she never got to try out.

October 10^th 2008

I lay on my bed motionless. She would hog the covers at night. I remembered. I hated it but I loved it. I dream often these days. She struck me on my face last night in my dream. I don’t know why maybe tonight she might give me a kiss. Maybe the speaker today was right, dreams are to clean our minds or reminding us to wipe out our past from our thoughts. Maybe Melania wants me to move on. The old lady’s dreams fascinated her mine did not. It dug up the past reminding me how happy I was. But dreams are the only way I get to see her to see how beautiful she is her eyes glowing her hand caressing my face. I felt it all my dreams.

Dreams have become my reality. Every morning is just another dream in my life. I wake up every night, I see her spend time with her kiss her and feel her warm breath….and one day marry her raise a family with her…I will always love her.

somebody's watching..

She lay on the blanket spread out on the floor with a transparent dildo inside her. her white heals strapped tightly onto her foot. she ran her fingers on her tongue wetting them and reached down pushing her dildo further inside and her thumb roughly rubbing her clitoris. she had brown shinning hair which partly covered her diamond earrings. her breasts were perfectly round and full of life. the cool breeze of the fan also added to the erection of her pink nipples. she handled her dildo well causing her vagina to open wide. she paused lying motionless her eyes closed.

she saw me by the door. she lay on left giving a perfect view of her fine smooth ass. she smiled at me her hazel eyes starring directly at me. she began to rub her asshole gradually inserting her middle finger into it her index finger working the dildo.

she ignored me now. i thought she forgot i was there. her moaning got louder and she climaxed forcing her body into total numbness. she pulled out her dildo licking it before tossing it aside.

she walked to me feeling my hard erection and slid her wet fingers into my mouth. it was warm. she leaned in for a kiss her breasts pressing against my chest. i let my hand rest on her bare bottom back. i smelled roses.

she stepped back turning around to pick up her black panties and disappeared into her bedroom.

i felt my phone buzz. "yes alex here..oh hey ted whats up?"

"How'd you like her" he asked in a desperate but calm tone.

"what do you mean?" i asked confused

"that masturbating chick, i saw it all"

"how?"

"well let me explain...her name is ashley my colleague and i had set up cameras in her home   which sends a live streaming to my computer....im watching you right now..i like your shirt."

"what..why?" i almost screamed.

"you saw what she was doing dint you that's why" he replied with a tone of accomplishment.

Justice you may say

The small lamp was bright enough for me to see her disfigured face. Her eyes were still beautiful despite the redness. Blood oozed from her nostrils onto her bare breasts. I pulled her hair back to see her left ear missing its earlobe.

She sat head bent down on the wooden chair I made especially for this. I held up her face and softly led my fingers over her tooth. Perfect. Her two front teeth shattered to bits inside her mouth. My hammer did a good job. I got a good deal on this hammer I remembered.

“Scream all you want bitch”  “where’s your Ryan now uh?...filthy whore”.

I could see the fear in her beautiful blue eyes when she saw me bringing out my chainsaw. Ahh the satisfaction. i stood behind the chair. “Well remember those papers you signed with those long fingers of yours?”. She clenched her finger hard tears rolling down on her cheeks. Yes she knew what I was going to do. I held the tip of her right index finger and began at the bottom. I held her finger in front of her face and shove it into her wide open screaming mouth.

I stepped outside lighting a cigarette. The wind blew the smoke into my eyes.

“You’re not going to get away for this you sick fuck.” She screamed with all her strength.  I heard the chair fall down. I went back inside.

“Oh are you hurt baby?” I asked stubbing my cigarette on her left thigh. She shook hard forcing the metal wire pierce deeper onto her wrists.

“There is no way Mrs Donna would allow that!” she exclaimed. “So I’ll pick you up at eight? You are going to love this place.” “I can hardly wait. Bye” she walked up to her door and waved. She was beautiful her golden hair cut short above her shoulders was perfect.

Mary and I were childhood friends. I still remember our special game we used to play in my backyard. She was there for me all the time and I for her. We shared no secrets from each other. We took a history class together in college and nothing had changed. I was going to marry her make her the mother of my children.

It was eight twenty and she did not pick  up her phone. Her parents told me she left with a girlfriend two hours back. I was worried. She would always let me know.

After four days of her missing she was found in a dumpster. She was gang raped which killed her, a slow painful death. Her body was almost unrecognizable her face mutilated.

Leslie. That was the first name that came to my mind when I heard about Mary. She had bad friends and had always tried to bring Mary close to them. No. Mary was a sensible girl she knew Leslie was nothing but trouble.

The case was never closed but I knew Leslie had something to do with this. She knew big people hence she was safe. I decided I would bring everyone to justice who killed my Mary.

Leslie began to lose conscious. I picked up her huge belt from the floor and whipped her. “Wake up slut” she could not scream any more. All her strength had drained. I stepped on her hair and kicked the chair. There was no much hair left on her scalp. Much of it had been burned and fed to her.