the unsettled affair

dont know exactly what i want to write about, but just felt like writing and it just started flowing and then stopped *sigh*

It was all dark for a long a period of time. There was hope. But it was never strong enough. Not enough to allow the light to break through. The animal within struggled to break free and more than once, it thought it had hit home run. But, it never really happened. Mid-way and it retracts its journey, to go back to its den. When will this end? The question was always left hanging.

Tortured and powerless, it resorted to leave it up to destiny. But what is destiny? Am I doomed to the Kingdom of Darkness? Is that my destiny? The jungle is burnt. The flock has left. The enemies are out there. Waiting to strike again. All these constantly flood its mind. The smell of fear is so strong, it is almost pungent. The spirit to fight for survival is almost dead. Somehow, what keeps it going is the need to know. This gnawing need grows stronger as the days passed by.

Food was scarce. Water was even more scarce. It is now the tenth day. That is if it kept count correctly. It can barely differentiate the night from the day. As it pawed its way through the haven this place used to be, there is only the feeling of emptiness. It roared. What came out was only a feeble growl.

*****

“How much?”

“$1500.”

“I thought the deal was $1200.”

“Take it or leave it.”

Despite knowing that this was a very high price to be paying, Tom had no choice but to fork out the money. He desperately needed a fix and he need it now. As soon as he took out the wad of cash from his wallet, he was pushed to the walls and handcuffed.

“You are being arrested for substance abuse. You have the right to remain silent. What you say now may be used against you in court.”

The red and blue lights of the police car can now be seen, followed by its shrill sounds. Tom knew he was busted for good this time but all he could still think of is the fix he needs.

*****

They had come without warning and had struck without mercy. Everyone had a torch. Every single bloody one of them. Everything they saw, they burnt. Everything that they saw as a profitable investment to them, they took without asking.