A lady in the crowd
2015-05-04 03:47:46 (UTC)

Different Type of Nightmare.

I was living my passion of becoming a special agent. In this delightful dream I earned my wishes of traveling the World. I held pride in my FBI badge. The adrenaline rushed through my veins because we are getting closer to catching our latest Islamic terrorist group from Pakistan. E.S.N.A hid in the depths of Skardu desert. My career involved national security but serving my Country became a priority and nothing else mattered. What the hell am I saying? There was a larger purpose that is much more important than anything else.

My child needs his mother to raise him. I swore to myself to not abandon my little Jimmy. Not like my own mother did to me. I must be there from the beginning of my sons life, until time arrives for me to die. I'll hum lullabies like "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star." I'll cradle him in my arms and rock him to sleep. I'll protect my boy from the dangers of this sinister World. He will grow and I shall teach him how to ride a bike, how to read, and write. More years will pass and somewhere between his mistakes from his adolescence he will become a brave man. One with a strong grip on his balls to be courageous enough to follow his passions and tuition.

At times Anne's marriage struggled. During some late nights her husband pondered alone. Tossing and turning in bed. Outraged by his wife's career choice. "Why the bureau? Why couldn't she have stuck to English literature? Journalism, and her stupid novels. Sometimes Anne could be a selfish little bitch. She chose the government. Should I choose divorce?" He wasn't disloyal yet the wanting grew stronger. The thoughts of having another woman sleeping in his bedroom. Someone who wasn't trilled by danger. He could would have a hand to hold when he awoke in the middle of night. She wouldn't leave like Anne did. His nightmares were constant as he dreamed about his wife never coming back. His deepest fear of being alone felt surreal.

On the other side of the planet a bombing awaited. E.S.N.A knew the United States was getting closer to the leaders of their terrorist organization. They furiously implanted a home made bomb. At this time suicide no longer matter. "If we die so will they." American soldiers marched with their loaded guns. The tanks pointed at the head quarters E.S.N.A. Before firing away the bomb exploded as the sky darkened in smoke. Their wasn't enough time inhale a last breath, to prey, to call their family members to say,"Good bye I love yo-." or to simply scream. It all happened so quickly. Chunks of brain matter, organs, and decapitated bodies splattered throughout the sands. Somehow the terrorist and soldiers remains all looked the same.


I screamed and kicked my blankets away. I found myself in my bedroom. I turned on the light and gazed at my reflection in the mirror. I'm still a teenager. I picked up my invitation to Washington D.C. Should I accept this envision program of intelligence and defense? Am I really strong enough to endure this type of future?

~Yours Truly,