Part 3 of Act 1

Part 3 of Act 1

Whatever it is that this bulky man was saying, I don’t understand a thing, his piercing green eyes looks like it wanted nothing but to see me dead but something is holding him back and I can feel it. The crisp of the night air tangled in my skin then another thought came in mind, who the hell is Sammael? Is he my stranger? And why does this guy say that, that Sammael fellow saved me in the bar? These thoughts juggled in my cloudy mind as I whack my brain for an answer but nothing came and a new question rises, why is this man is after me? I don’t recall seeing him before and I clearly don’t have anything to do with him, he must have mistaken me from someone else. As my mind was busy processing each thought I found my attacker glaring at me like the thought of finally killing me has already been decided in his mind. I swallowed hard while looking at him directly in the eye as if I was trying to convey a little mercy into him, mercy that he wouldn’t kill. I closed my eyes again, thinking back I remembered my wonderful dream where I was held by my stranger, if only I had followed everything in my dream then maybe, just maybe I wouldn’t end up being strangled to death. As the hands that grip my slender neck becomes tighter and tighter my mind drifted back to when I was a kid. At age 4 I thought my father died, I don’t know how but I saw his death. I remember seeing him inside a black coffin and our all our relatives whom I don’t even know was there. After the burial two weeks later my father came home and I was shock beyond belief. I tried to tell everything to my mom but she just won’t listen and I don’t want her to think that her only child is insane. I should even be thankful that my father was alive but the image of him lying motionless inside a coffin was scary enough for me. Later that night after dinner mom and dad had a big fight, I remembered just like it was yesterday the way my dad walked out of the door and seconds later we heard the car engine coming into life, mom says that dad just went to a quick drive to cool his head but he didn’t came back home that night. The other day after I went home from school I saw mom crying into the couch. She looks pale and her hand is gripping the phone so hard that her knuckles are turning white. I came to her side and she hugged me, her cries becoming louder, she asked me to get dressed and ready myself because our relatives would arrive soon, being a kid I don’t really know what’s happening to her. The next thing I know when I got down from our stairs I saw the exact scene in my dream, in the middle of our living room lies a black coffin and people are starting to arrive, I remember seeing some of them in a few family reunion that my parents drag me into but I don’t particularly remember anyone in specific. My curiosity kicked in and I suddenly lean into the coffin to see whose inside and in that instant my fears suddenly become reality when I saw my father lying inside the coffin. I never told anyone that I saw my father’s death, I regret not telling my mom about my bizarre dream the moment my dad got home, if I did, I might’ve saved my father from his death. Somehow I blame myself for his death and blame myself even more when my mom committed suicide soon after the burial of my father. People say that your life flashes back to you when you are about to die, I was hesitant to believe that thought but now that I’m really about to die I can prove the truth in that theory. I was conditioning my mind that sooner or later I would be joining my parents in the after life, if ever there is any when I suddenly felt my neck being released. My limp body landed on the wooden floor, I tried so hard to see why my bulky captor has suddenly let go of me but my lack of air and extreme horrification rendered me motionless, as I was about pass out I felt a pair of icy cold hands in my neck, this time instead of gripping me to death the hand is caressing my bare neck as if trying to remove all the pain and torture it had experienced earlier. “Sorry I came late. I should have followed my instincts from the start and assume that they would do this to you.” That voice, the same soothing voice of the alluring stranger in my dream. Before sleep would completely loom over me I used my last ounce of strength and took hold of his cold hands. “Don’t leave me tonight.” I managed to shamelessly plea before my awareness was completely swept off.

– To be continued