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Halloween NightOnce upon a time there was a girl named Jade. She was eight years old. One night she asked her mom and dad if she could go trick or treating with her friends Cassie, Emma and Michelle. Her mom said “Yes”, but her dad was still thinking about it. Jade said, “Please, Dad.” “Ok, Fine, You can go,” Dad said. Jade was so happy she called her friends. The next day was Halloween!! Jade was dressed as a gothic angel. Her friend Cassie, a mad hatter, Cassie was a dead prisoner. She looked creepy. Michelle was a dead salsa dancer, she was scary. They met at Emma’s house at around 4:00. They started trick or treating next to where Emma lived. In the woods there was a haunted house. All of the girls were scared and said,, “ We should go in.” They got a flash light and began to walk slowly. They were at the gate and Michelle pushed the gate and made a creaking sound. They were so scared. They went in the haunted house and the girls thought it was an old amusement park because there was even a creepy clown! They went upstairs and Emma was last to go. The stairs collapsed. Michelle grabbed Emma and pulled her up. “Oh my God,” shrieked Emma. “I almost died, you saved me.”
I felt more at ease in large crowds.
The lure of being around other people. It was soothing to know I was melding right in, just another brick in the wall that kept us together. Another stone on the avenue below our feet.
“Oh and you know it’s a drag. You live your life for a heart attack,” Nate Ruess once said. That’s why we must do for now. That’s why she must live now, for later, right. It must be.
Later when you are staring down the barrel of a gun, a fully loaded gun called fate. A fate that’s gonna get you. It’s gonna get you and when it does there’s no escaping . Sure, maybe once or twice. But is it worth a few scrawny days, months, years? In the end, in the end life will have been born, died. For what?
Once you escape it, it haunts you like an itch that just won’t go away, that shape that swoops by the corner of your eye, that noise behind your back, but when you look, it isn’t there. No, no. It hides, and watches you squirm under with your worthlessness. No matter who you are; everything that makes you that person people remember will be gone. No one will remember that Engineer from London. No, no they won’t remember me. But is that reason to deprive her of breaking the inevitable reality of oblivion? No she needs a chance. What kind of father would I be if I didn’t save her? A chance like this? To save her, to end me. A fair trade. Anything for my sweet little angel.
As I walked through this crowd, there couldn’t be another way. This is right, it has to be. She needs the medicine. This was the only way I could get it. How she loved the song the pianist plays in the lobby.
I wonder what he’s thinking. But like his thoughts, the song will end.
What kind of father would I be if I didn’t proceed?
The piano got louder, like the pounding in my head. This has to be the right thing to do. But what, what if it isn’t?
The pianist plays so loud. I felt as though both I and the strings would break.
A tear then fell from my then aching eyes. This is wrong but she must live. There must be a way, a different way. What am I doing? Loss surged through me.
A little girl ran by me, hair flowing behind her. A man chased her and picked the girl up, planting a soft kiss on his daughter’s velvety hair.
Thursday, October 31, 2013
Hope to see you all at Irwin Court at the Arts and Culture Centre tomorrow night at 7pm. Feel free to bring friends and family and be ready for a spooky good time!