![]() A Guest in the Jail (Day VII)A Chapter by Kay Beaver![]() Fading away time…![]() A
GUEST IN THE JAIL
DAY
VII
Fading
away time…
Martin’s sleep with
beautiful dreams related to Plodina was spoiled by the noise of the guards. The
guard watching usually their ward was standing in front of the door and he was
having a row with his associate. “The little kid is gone! How could it
be possible? “ His associate was about to freak out.
“You were watching that door! The locking is not broken; it was opened with the
keys...” First of all Martin couldn’t have
understand what was happening, but when Aiden’s empty bed caught his eyes he
got the point. Aiden told him he wouldn’t be in that ward anymore. It was so narrow
for him and there was nothing to do in here anymore. When Martin first heard
Aiden’s said, he thought he was going to commit a suicide like Walter. Though,
it was really a stupid idea especially for that little kid Aiden, so Martin
didn’t keep on thinking about this. He would never presume that he was planning
to go over the wall. Aiden was really gone! “I swear, I was not sleepy at all. That
little kid whispered me something and then he wanted me to get him closer. I
was afraid of another suicide case, so I ran to him and all of a sudden he
touched my forehead and pouf… I have just woken up from a sleep that full of
dreams.” Guard’s associate couldn’t have
believed in his ears. “What are you talking about? Is he some
kind of hypnotist?” “I have no idea, but wait a second…
Even if he made me sleep with his trick, what about you or the other guards?
How can a 10-year-old kid get rid of you and the rest of the guards on his own?
Besides no one could have realized his absence until I saw that door open!” When he asked that question, his
associate’s face changed. He said his words such monotonously that sounded like
a robot’s voice. “He wanted me to let him go, I let him
go. He wanted me to let him go, I let him go, he wanted…” “Shut the f**k up!” The guard ran through the corridor and
he asked any single guards what they were doing while Aiden was escaping. He
heared the same answer from all of them. “He wanted me to let him go, I let him
go.” He freaked out and grumbled on his own. “What am I supposed to say to the
governor? Oh Jesus f*****g…” While he was leaving the floor his
associate came into the ward and signed to Martin. “You are going to be questioned. You
will be needed to tell what you saw last night. Probably you were all sleeping
so there is no big deal with you. By the way pick your stuff Martin. Your punishment
will be over by this evening.” He closed and locked the door. He
checked the door twice before he left. Jasper only watched what happened. After
the guard left he called out to Martin. “What kind of freak was Aiden?” Martin answered sarcastically. “A good
kind…” All the things they saw since Aiden came
were so much for Jasper, when he was considered to be a materialist. “I really wonder about his story
Martin. Did he tell you why he was here?” “Not clearly…” Jasper offered a suggestion. “Let’s produce some fantastic stories
about Aiden’s background. Actually nothing related to Aiden could be fantastic.
Damn, he was the weirdest guy I have ever seen.” As soon as he suggested his offer Martin
felt something and he couldn’t have spoken for a while. That feeling was like a
déja vu. As if a part of him already thought about Aiden’s background before
and the same part of him was still doing the same thing right now… He knew it
was ridiculous as they met only two days ago. How could he feel like he knew
him since his childhood? In Martin’s childhood he was about 3 or 4 years old. “I don’t know Jasper. You know we saw
and lived so many things nowadays and I am not in a proper mood for it. And
just not being like us doesn’t make anyone weird or freak.” Jasper didn’t want to insist, so he
changed the topic immediately. “So you are leaving huh? So what do you
say about your worst one week?” There were so many things to say about
this week. He even didn’t know whether it was good or bad. The only thing he
was sure about was his life wouldn’t be the same anymore. “I can’t give you a clear answer
Jasper. I learnt the blessing of the freedom in here. I tasted the pain of
losing a friend here. We questioned the meaning of the life together like
philosophers. And about Aiden… Due to the dreams he showed me, I gained some
kind of hope…” “Don’t you think about the possibility
of failing? There is no specific proof that we can make that night real.” “But though, it is worth trying…” Both of them were really eager to make
that concert night real. Jasper was going to see Alaska again and Martin was
going to meet his Plodina. It was so pitiful situation for Martin. Falling in
love with a girl living among the clouds of the only one possibility of the
future… Maybe there were more possibilities. Was that concert night only chance
for meeting Plodina? Who knows? In order to make a plan about making that
destiny real, they decided to narrate all of the things Aiden showed them
without any detail lost. Jasper talked about earning his freedom
back due to the amnesty. He talked about The White Pigeon, last leg of the
world tour, seeing Alaska and jumping to the crowd from the stage, being
married with her, the music shop he established and even f*****g Justin Bieber
and his f*****g fans… They had to do something before Justin Bieber grows up
and ruins the new generation’s music taste, but it was not their priority, even
though it was such an important deal for the destiny of the humanity. When Jasper finished his story two
police officers came to their ward in order to asking questions about Aiden.
Meeting didn’t take so much time because the answers was pretty easy. They
didn’t know anything about him, besides that night they were both sleeping.
Just before police officers left, Martin asked them what the crime Aiden committed
was, but the answer was not satisfying. They didn’t know it too. It was weird.
They were here to run after a jailbreaker and they even didn’t know his crime.
As if Aiden hypnotized judge in order to be in prison as a volunteer. After officers left Martin started to
tell his story. He talked about his disrepute in the school, seeing Violet and
Tom while having a fight, seeing Jasper’s crazy moments during the concert and
Plodina… All of his tone changed when he talked about Plodina. He really fell
in love with her at the first sight. When he finished the part about Plodina he
talked about his little son called Walter. It was a great way to make their
friend’s memory live. Also in that dream Jasper was making Walter’s memory live
too by the band called The White Pigeon. Jasper was holding Walter’s bloody
white pigeon while he was listening to Martin’s story. Martin took the pigeon from Jasper’s
hand and said. “I need to find Plodina… Here comes the
plan! You are going to establish a rock band called The White Pigeon. Like the
dream you will chose this country as your last leg of the world tour. At that
night I will be there for…” “Stop for the f**k’s sake!” “What’s wrong?” “Didn’t you learn any single thing from
here? Stop thinking and planning about the future. We talked so much about the
meaning about the life. Hear my description of the life; life is just fading
away time while you were making plans… So just Carpe Diem... There are dozens
of possibilities for the future; neither Plodina nor that concert night is your
last chance. So just go with the flow.” Martin attempted to say he was sorry,
but the guard came for him. “That’s time to leave Martin. Take your
stuff and say goodbye to your friend!” “Just a few minutes…” The guard,first time in his life, saw a
guy wants to stay in his ward. What would he say? He just accepted his offer
and provided him a few more minutes to bid farewell his friend. Martin attempted to Jasper and said. “Hey buddy, you are right. There won’t
be a plan or any obsession anymore. Life is worth living. You will be free like
me soon. In our dreams we were not in touch as far as I saw. Screw the future
without you. I will be waiting for you outside as your friend and maybe we can
work together, travel together or maybe I can be your White Pigeon’s singer.
Who the f**k knows and who the f**k cares about Plodina or Violet. There is
life outside and it waits to be lived. Let’s just live it.” “Finally you grew up Martin. I guess
there is nothing left to discuss about the life, philosophy or destiny stuff,
so just take care until we see each other.” “Take care you too, my best friend Jasper.” Martin
put the bloody white pigeon on the table, took his stuff and moved towards the
door. It was around the same hour of the evening with the one week ago when
Martin stepped into the ward first time and Walter called him “Fresh blood” Time he spent in the jail
was full of his deepest and encouraging memories. He stared at his ward last
time. He saw Walter smiling at him and advising him not to lose his hope,
Jasper a cigarette on his mouth and telling him how he was rejected by his
father; he saw Violet’s visit, he sensed his friend’s pains once again, he saw
his friend Walter’s dead body on the ground with his pigeon once it was white
in snow not bloody, he remembered Aiden’s visit and dreams what he showed. Martin didn’t look behind once again
and attempted to the door in order to leave the ward as an adult man; one week
ago he entered it as an obsessed teenager. Just before he left the ward, he put
a sneaky smile on his face. Jasper called out to him like he read his mind. “Martin! Don’t act the fool. We both
know that you have already memorized Plodina’s phone number…”
You
can call me in anytime, anywhere and any possibility...
THE
END © 2016 Kay BeaverAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on December 23, 2016 Last Updated on December 23, 2016 Tags: Jail, young, hope, love, regret, longing, burning flame, Jasper, Rock'n Roll, anarchy, cage, freedom, breathe, Aiden, future, psychic, white pigeon, possibilities, end, act the fool Author![]() Kay BeaverAboutHello everyone... I am the mass of atoms. the stardust, a member of evolutionary tree, a human... I have started writing in order to both improving my English and unburden my soul. I like creati.. more..Writing
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