HUNGER OF THE DEVIL
The sky is not blue as usual but it’s dark, you’ll swear a storm is brewing up. I get the chills, I am nervous, “of course nothing is wrong” I reassure myself it just that our teacher said if the sky is dark, darkness is behind you but at least they’re no stars so I guess we’re safe. In few minutes it began to rain and everything felt it drops. My brother and I are heading to the town to purchase something to eat, at least for this week.
This is my first time walking such a distance but I have no choice since God decided to take away our Mother. Every month end I stare outside the window waiting for Mom, and I can feel my heart telling me she’s not dead, that is how I comfort myself. It’s even harder for my brother to accept this situation and he is blaming me for her death. I’ve been trying talking to him for about an hour now but he’s ignoring me. I wish I was the eldest one here if he cannot even fake the smile till now. We’ve been walking almost two hours now but we’re not talking to each other. However, I am still blaming myself for our mother’s death.
“John! Are we going to walk again on our way back home?” I asked him with soft voice knowing very well he won’t respond. “I don’t know but we’ll be dead by then, anyway we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it” he responded with a smile looking down at me. Wow I knew there’s good in him, and there’s nothing wrong if he blames me for what had happened. Our mother died while looking for me; I guess she thought I was missing. I wanted to be alone with my weed, which gave me imaginary wings to fly over the blue sky, where I will see people doing funny things.
People did not understand why I loved smoking weed but it made me happy, it was my escape from the reality. So my mother went looking for me at Widgeon forest where she once caught me smoking. Unfortunately, that was her last day on this earth. Instead of finding me, she found herself in a trap of gangsters doing what they’re good at. Maybe I am wrong to say they were gangsters because if they were, shouldn’t they have at least robbed her and ran? Why did they cut off her head? Where did they bury it? Those are the questions I keep asking myself but I know I won’t get any answer to them.
From that day I told myself I will never ever take drugs again, but I was too late; because of me and my selfish ways I lost someone who cared and loved me so unconditionally, since then my brother couldn’t stand with my presence. She never wished to be buried without her head, it shocked everybody and they all failed to talk about her at her night vigil, everyone would just look at me and immediately tears furnish their souls and thought about me. Oh! Yes, at last am seeing one shop and we are weary and starving “John! Can we get something to eat before buying anything and one cold drink would be preferable” I asked my brother. He responded thoughtfully: “That is a good Idea especially because we still have a long walk back home”
It is true! Only monkeys can smell impossibility over their young ones. They will rather put them on their backs, but my brother, who is five years older than me thinks I am that strong. Just at the door of the shop, his friend called him: “Hey John! Long-time no see, come here, let have a chat”, walking toward us. “Is this your young brother? Oh yeah He is! I can tell by looking at your tiny nose like you aren’t breathing”. He said all these words and my brother kept on smiling. It has been a while since I see him smiling like that; surely this is true friend of him.
He then take my hand and immediately his face furnishes sadness, “Am sorry for your loss, especially you but I believe your brother will take care of you. Anyway let me not waste your time; get inside maybe I’ll see you on your way out” “No No No! You are not wasting any one’s time”, john insisting, “We are starving and thought of getting something to eat and I guess my brother won’t mind going alone, we’ll wait here for him”, pulling out his hand from the pocket and giving me money. I then did as I was told.
Again moment came, the sun is running away, where we need to think of going back, but John is still enjoying. Even though I want to go now, I believe the men in joy want to remain in joy. So I kept my mouth shut till the sky was dark, decorated with dotted stars all over it. “It dark now, you won’t be able to walk all the way home, so we should take my car and I’ll drop you there myself”, said my brother’s friend looking at me as if he knew that I am scared of dark, however, he relieved me. On our way home, music is too loud in this car and I can’t even hear what they’re saying but I can see they’re up to something. While thinking of asking them to turn off that radio, the car took the short left. It went through the road to Widgeon forest where my mother’s corpse was found without her head.
I pinched myself to see if I am not dreaming, unfortunately I was definitely awake and this is all real. I knew that out there some people make a living out of people’s lives but I never thought my brother would have that hunger, hunger to be rich, hunger of the devil. I then convinced myself that maybe he misses Mom but the statement of my teacher kept on coming back “if the sky is dark, darkness is behind you” His hands are shaking holding a long shiny knife. The car stopped and they pulled me out of the car, pushing me to the tree with blood all over it. I screamed feeling scared and as tear ran down my face I said: “John! We’re brothers, how could you do such thing to your own blood? please let me go I’ll pretend as if none of this happened”, he wasn’t interested in any word I was saying, maybe he’s one of them, gangsters that cut off my mother’s head, I thought to myself.
If I were to get a chance to breath from today, I would tell everyone out there, that there’s a great enemy of us and we are that enemy, we are the enemy of us. People should stop looking for devil because he lives within us, walk beside us, share drinks with us and even makes us who we are. I’d never planned to die like this, neither my Mom, but after my death I knew John, my brother is innocent, it just the hunger of the Devil.
THE END
The sky is not blue as usual but it’s dark, you’ll swear a storm is brewing up. I get the chills, I am nervous, “of course nothing is wrong” I reassure myself it just that our teacher said if the sky is dark, darkness is behind you but at least they’re no stars so I guess we’re safe. In few minutes it began to rain and everything felt it drops. My brother and I are heading to the town to purchase something to eat, at least for this week.
This is my first time walking such a distance but I have no choice since God decided to take away our Mother. Every month end I stare outside the window waiting for Mom, and I can feel my heart telling me she’s not dead, that is how I comfort myself. It’s even harder for my brother to accept this situation and he is blaming me for her death. I’ve been trying talking to him for about an hour now but he’s ignoring me. I wish I was the eldest one here if he cannot even fake the smile till now. We’ve been walking almost two hours now but we’re not talking to each other. However, I am still blaming myself for our mother’s death.
“John! Are we going to walk again on our way back home?” I asked him with soft voice knowing very well he won’t respond. “I don’t know but we’ll be dead by then, anyway we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it” he responded with a smile looking down at me. Wow I knew there’s good in him, and there’s nothing wrong if he blames me for what had happened. Our mother died while looking for me; I guess she thought I was missing. I wanted to be alone with my weed, which gave me imaginary wings to fly over the blue sky, where I will see people doing funny things.
People did not understand why I loved smoking weed but it made me happy, it was my escape from the reality. So my mother went looking for me at Widgeon forest where she once caught me smoking. Unfortunately, that was her last day on this earth. Instead of finding me, she found herself in a trap of gangsters doing what they’re good at. Maybe I am wrong to say they were gangsters because if they were, shouldn’t they have at least robbed her and ran? Why did they cut off her head? Where did they bury it? Those are the questions I keep asking myself but I know I won’t get any answer to them.
From that day I told myself I will never ever take drugs again, but I was too late; because of me and my selfish ways I lost someone who cared and loved me so unconditionally, since then my brother couldn’t stand with my presence. She never wished to be buried without her head, it shocked everybody and they all failed to talk about her at her night vigil, everyone would just look at me and immediately tears furnish their souls and thought about me. Oh! Yes, at last am seeing one shop and we are weary and starving “John! Can we get something to eat before buying anything and one cold drink would be preferable” I asked my brother. He responded thoughtfully: “That is a good Idea especially because we still have a long walk back home”
It is true! Only monkeys can smell impossibility over their young ones. They will rather put them on their backs, but my brother, who is five years older than me thinks I am that strong. Just at the door of the shop, his friend called him: “Hey John! Long-time no see, come here, let have a chat”, walking toward us. “Is this your young brother? Oh yeah He is! I can tell by looking at your tiny nose like you aren’t breathing”. He said all these words and my brother kept on smiling. It has been a while since I see him smiling like that; surely this is true friend of him.
He then take my hand and immediately his face furnishes sadness, “Am sorry for your loss, especially you but I believe your brother will take care of you. Anyway let me not waste your time; get inside maybe I’ll see you on your way out” “No No No! You are not wasting any one’s time”, john insisting, “We are starving and thought of getting something to eat and I guess my brother won’t mind going alone, we’ll wait here for him”, pulling out his hand from the pocket and giving me money. I then did as I was told.
Again moment came, the sun is running away, where we need to think of going back, but John is still enjoying. Even though I want to go now, I believe the men in joy want to remain in joy. So I kept my mouth shut till the sky was dark, decorated with dotted stars all over it. “It dark now, you won’t be able to walk all the way home, so we should take my car and I’ll drop you there myself”, said my brother’s friend looking at me as if he knew that I am scared of dark, however, he relieved me. On our way home, music is too loud in this car and I can’t even hear what they’re saying but I can see they’re up to something. While thinking of asking them to turn off that radio, the car took the short left. It went through the road to Widgeon forest where my mother’s corpse was found without her head.
I pinched myself to see if I am not dreaming, unfortunately I was definitely awake and this is all real. I knew that out there some people make a living out of people’s lives but I never thought my brother would have that hunger, hunger to be rich, hunger of the devil. I then convinced myself that maybe he misses Mom but the statement of my teacher kept on coming back “if the sky is dark, darkness is behind you” His hands are shaking holding a long shiny knife. The car stopped and they pulled me out of the car, pushing me to the tree with blood all over it. I screamed feeling scared and as tear ran down my face I said: “John! We’re brothers, how could you do such thing to your own blood? please let me go I’ll pretend as if none of this happened”, he wasn’t interested in any word I was saying, maybe he’s one of them, gangsters that cut off my mother’s head, I thought to myself.
If I were to get a chance to breath from today, I would tell everyone out there, that there’s a great enemy of us and we are that enemy, we are the enemy of us. People should stop looking for devil because he lives within us, walk beside us, share drinks with us and even makes us who we are. I’d never planned to die like this, neither my Mom, but after my death I knew John, my brother is innocent, it just the hunger of the Devil.
THE END
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