I stood there on the sidewalk, gawking at the blinking traffic light across the lonely road.
Where exactly was I, How I got there and for what. It takes a while for me to recall the details of what I was doing. That's how it has always been. I mean, you'd know if you had Insomnia.
I could hear EDMs being played inside the pub behind me. "Alasandro's" it said. It took a second for my eyes to make sense of the alphabets I was looking at because of my blurred vision. Blurred, because my eyes were watery and that terrible head ache, of course. Had I been crying? No. That's how my eyes were all the time.
I could feel a piece of paper in my shirt's pocket. It was strange. I never really liked the idea of using that pocket. I don't know why but I was sweating and the blazer over my right shoulder felt like too much of weight. I could feel my breaths getting deeper and my pulse getting faster. I pulled the chit out, opened the untidy fold:
"Meet me at Alasandro's @ 11 tonight."
- Anamika
Anamika. The name itself sent a wave of goosebumps through my body. I lost my cool. Took out my phone and checked the time.
10:50PM, said my lockscreen.
Believe me when i say this. I really had a bad feeling about this and wanted to go home. But i don't know what made me turn around and walk towards the pub. Something pulled me in. Something wanted me to stay.
The song. I had heard it before. Only if i could remember the name. At the entrance, the bouncers didn't even mind checking me. Infact one of them gave me a greeting, I guess. Had I seen them before too? I just walked inside through the door held open by the bouncer. The volume slowly increased at every step, but obvious. I could see figures and faces. Each of them alarming something inside of me. All of them looking at me yet moving their bodies with the music.
I walked right towards the bar. I had no control over myself. Was just going where the flow was taking me. Sometimes leaving things to your instincts is the only option. The bartender was looking at me. She knew i was coming her way. I stood right in front of her looking into her eyes. She gave me a box.
"Er.. What is this?" that puzzled look on my face. She just gave a smile and walked away.
I lifted the box (again, instincts) and headed towards the door. In no time I was out in the cold air of the night. Back where we started. A car pulled up right in front of me. A black Bentley. The back door opened and the driver's window rolled down. "Hop in sir," he said "I dont think keeping her waiting is a good idea."
Who her? The back seat was warm and cozy. A Bentley, afterall. I still had that box. It was heavy though. Opened it. The car was all dark so i had no visuals and no option but to feel it. My fingers touched metal. Cold metal. My index finger running down a cold metal pipe of some sort. It got stuck in what felt like a... a trigger. A GUN. The box had a fucking gun in it! All this made no sense to me! But that's me. My life itself made no sense to me.