A shallow night and a prancing pony

It was around twelve in the night, the streets howling as Amanda was rushing towards her home. She looked scared. She stopped and turned pale when a black cat just cut her way and crossed. She was frozen. She had started to shiver; she turned around looked right, left, down and moved on. That was a dreadful sign! Her palms started sweating; she had a feeling that something terrible is going to happen. She then reached her door; removed her keys fumbling. She looked around and felt as if someone was following her. There was an awful silence in the street. She eyed the closed doors. The darkness was killing her. There were profound stains of fear in her eyes. She unlocked the door and got in and comforted herself and felt protected. Phew!

She recalled of what had happened the whole day. The fights, the abuses and the betrayal. Her relationship with John had always been that way. When she realised she was being cheated, she died a cold death inside. She caught him with a stranger and burst out into a teary fight at his place the day, that slimy witch was watching them from a distance when they broke. Since afternoon she had been at John’s place making an effort to untie the knots in their relationship. But eventually she gave up when she found there indifferences stood from John’s side. The entire afternoon was deadly silent. He didn’t even utter a word or maybe she didn't let him. She was eventually frustrated with no reaction from John’s side and left his house leaving red remarks.

She found herself sitting down backing the door crying thinking about all that happened. She got up and screamed. Fuck off you son of a bitch! She ran up the stairs and got into the washroom and refreshed  herself. She got out and lit up the lamp and sat beside her bed. She thought how horrifying the whole day was. Her eyes were widening up. She was trying to decipher the illusion and bring herself back to life. But pessimism was surrounding her. Something evil is after my life, someone followed me the whole way, it’s you, all ‘cause of you John, I know, you ruined my whole life you bastard. The fucking cat shouldn’t show his colour. I shouldn’t have made a red silent exit. Damn you!

  

She pulled up her phone and dialled a number to her roommate who apparently was not with her and she burst out telling her everything. Her pitch rose up; I loved him so much, and that asshole was with that bitch! And now he’s making someone follow me, they will now find out what happened but who will held John responsible for all these? It went on and she ended up the call abusing. She was out of the world, she lost it completely. She started walking down her room. Her strand of curl was stroking her eye; she took a scissor and ripped it off. She was fucked up. She knew what was bothering her. John was the big time reason behind her and now he was going to take away her life she thought. She screamed. The madness was taking over her.

Is this the bloody time to play this dreadful siren like sound late in the night? She yelped like a dog when she heard the siren like sound coming from outside. The sound rose louder this time. She started sweating; her palms all wet. She then bent down and hid under the bed. You moron stop it! It was you who started it first! The doorbell rang and she had closed her eyes. No I’m not opening it. I know you want to kill me, put me behind the bars. The bell went on ringing. With no response from Amanda’s side, somebody broke the door and got in. She could hear the footsteps coming upstairs. She closed her ears, her eyes, she was still sweating. There were many people, she could hear them all. She was stunned. She pondered how they found out, the blood marks were almost taken away. They got in her room searching all over.  Then slowly one heavy weighted man raised the blanket that covered the bed. An evil smile appeared on his face. ‘So here is she, come out you lady’, he said.

I…I… just made him asleep…nothing else sir! They then pulled her out.

As they took her away, she saw a pink pony galloping in her room in merriment. She smiled back.

Now this story too dated back - 1 Sep 2011