October 23 2014
The axle of my jeep creaked as I drive down the dusty old road. on the dashboard rested a photo of my late Johanna for too years we frolicked in the bright field of bliss until the Angels jealous of our love stole her from me. I still remember that rainy night when me and my Johanna in a drunken haze entered the vehicle and began the trip home never knowing of the lone semi that would brake her bones like an old vase carelessly nocked to the floor. I shook my head and kept driving down the lonely old road until nestled in the woods I saw my cabin. I opened my door and slowly stepped out savoring the smell of the countryside savoring the birds singing then a cold breeze drifted though the pines and with it a voice faint at first then booming in my ear the sweet voice of my dear Johanna. With tears in my eyes I dashed to the trunk and ripped open my backpack I grabbed a bottle of anti depressants and began scarfing them down like tick tacks. Slowly the wind stopped and with it the voice of my lost love. Taking a deep breath I grabbed my things and entered the cabin. The rest of the day passed like any other with me sitting in a chair quietly sobbing with a bottle of rum in one hand and a bottle of anti depressants in another with one final tear I closed my eyes and fell into sleep. "Jacob"! She yelled playfully "Jacob catch me"! The sun shown brightly in the warm summer field my sweet Johanna jumped and danced through the wild flowers she laughed and with a spin fell into my arms I gazed into her warm brown eyes and gently glided my hand over her soft brown skin and said " it matters not where you are now for I will always see you in my dreams". Suddenly a knocking at the window jolted me from my dream "who is there"! I shouted the knocking only grew louder my spine felt like jelly as I rose and walked to the wall the knocking still ringing through the cabin shaking I raised my hand and threw open the curtains. Darkness nothing but cold silent darkness with a sigh of relief I walked back to my chair and just before I sat down again a knocking at the window only harder than before with a slight shriek I fell to the floor slowly the paintings on the walls began to rattle suddenly a breeze came through the cabin and with it the soft gentle voice of my Johanna frantically I grabbed the bottle of pills and tilted it into my mouth and to my horror it was empty with a loud shout I grabbed the bottle of rum but it too was empty. I dropped the bottle which shattered on the floor I fell to my knees and began crying "I'm sorry Johanna"! I shouted "I'm so sorry"! The sounds only grew stronger as I crawled onto the kitchen chair and with my face salted with tears put my head through the noose I took one last look at the window and I swear smiling back at me was the warm kind face of my dear Johanna I looked in her eyes and whimpered "I'm sorry"And kicked the chair.
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