The Dream

He drew a long breath through a lighted cigarette, puffing away his sorrows. He knew that that life will never be the same as it once were. Letting out a long sigh, along with his tobacco breath and smoke, a face emerges from the the poisonous air that surrounded the bar, a familiar face.

He knew his life is now officially screwed.

" So you still can't lay off that piece of crap, can't you! " A loud voice echoed through out the the half empty bar.

He sipped his beer and stood up. At 6'1'', he's a tower compared to the bloke who stirred up the bar,which is as exciting as a funeral just five seconds ago.

" Fuck off! " Just then, he threw his nicotine 'fix' into his tequila and lighted it for the bartender as a 'tip' for his lousy night. He was only a step from the door when she said,

'' So, you had too much to drink recently? Your not still thinking 'bout her, ain't ya? "

Silence covers the room with its veil, just as it would in this bar, except for the clatter of glass when the bartender dutifully stores the bottles of beer. The door was pushed opened.

She followed in his footsteps, out of The Drunken Tavern, into the streets. He was angry at her, wishing that she would somehow disappear from the face of the earth. He would never forgive her, not for what she has done.

Standing at the apartment door, number 455 he stood there, looking at the shadows of Kate as he lowered his head.

" Why did you followed me? Trying to make sure your latest 'Masterpiece' is back home safely? Unless you want another canvas to paint on, go back to the Tavern. There's plenty of half-assed people that could use your help to further screw-up their life. "

Jack jammed the keys into the keyhole and rushed in so that he could slam the door at her face.

Before he could even close the door behind him, a long steel barrel stared at him. A nine-milimetre handgun was pointing betwwen his eyes.

" So, I suppose you wanna come in? " said Jack without a pause.

She stepped into his three-room apartment, still holding Lucile's gun tightly, aiming at Jack.

Suddenly the lights went off.

" BANG! "

A ball of lead fired into the air. No one knew where it landed untill the lights were switch back on. It was just the same as that night.

Blood ran through his fingers as he tries to stop the bleeding. His left clavicle was broken. Pain was intially crippling, he couldn't move his left arm. Everything just went blank to him.

Jack opened his eyes. He stared at his left shoulder rise as he uses his hand to block the sun from shinning into his eyes. There is no pain now. It was a dream. But how could anyone explain the fired bullet, stained with a little blood that was in the palm of his hands.

" What the hell just happened? " He asked himself.