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Who's Teaching Whom (Part Four) |
| Written by James | |
| Monday, 28 April 2008 | |
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It was Marcy who had awoke first this time. Her dark brown eyes were staring straight at me when my eyelids opened. She was apparently hungry because food was the first thing that she asked me for when she spoke. When she was stuffing her face she did not say a word. I assumed she had still been upset from the previous day, but that was not going to stop me from trying to-I can’t believe I’m saying this-apologize. The actual suggestion of me apologizing would be humorous a couple days ago but now things have changed, I had changed. You might not believe it, but it was like a brand new point of view had been installed and a different conscience given to me. The thing I find most unbelievable is the amount of relief that I had got out of admitting to myself that I was indeed wrong, and that was what truly surprised me. “So, how is the food?” I asked. “Terrific,” she said sarcastically and with finality while rolling her eyes. “I want to-” “Apologize? Don’t bother. I know you don’t really mean it.” “What makes you so sure of that?” “It is just the way you are and will always be. There is no changing you and I realize that. What I want you to do is let me go home. There is no reason for me to be here, and it is useless making me stay. There is absolutely nothing that you can get out of me staying here.” “I can get the acceptance of my apology.” “That will never happen. You don’t care about no one but yourself.” “How can I prove you wrong?” “You can’t.” “Well I’m going to sit here and smoke my cigarette until you can forgive! And if you are going to be stubborn so am I.” * * *
The setting sun peered through the dirty, small window and reflected off of the intricate cut crystal ashtray which was slap-full of “cancer sticks” (as my mother called them). It was in the afternoon. It had been hours and my lungs were actually tired of the stimulation; nevertheless, I did not refrain from lighting another. I thought of how much longer this could last and then I remembered Marcy’s determination and diligence in class and that was when I realized it would most likely be a very long time. I was tired of everything that had been going on between me and Marcy and wanted it to all end; however, things ended not quite like I suspected. It was not too soon after that when everything suddenly changed. I had only turned my head for a moment and that was when I was knocked to the hard floor; the hit was hard and painful. Apparently if you want to kidnap someone and make sure they cannot escape you should always check the tightness of the ropes daily or else something that you might regret later might happen. It was from there on out, like when Marcy was at her house, a blur. Marcy was strong but so was I. There was a struggle, a can of oil was spilled out onto the floor, Marcy through the cigarette onto the floor which ignited the trail of liquid, and then steaming hot flames arose up, catching the poor constructed walls and numerous other things on fire. I was nearest to the door. Marcy was trapped in the corner; the corner that would trap her to her death,……but I could not have that. The blanket that was used with the cot was what I used to get her out of that predicament and we, with fast haste, hurried out. What happened? Well, I saved her! I guess that is enough of an excuse for her to forgive me. Don’t you think? Well, I do. It all happened fast just like I am telling it. The truth that I want everyone, who are willing to listen, to know is that everyone has a life that is not perfect. There are no people out there that have a perfect life and if they tell you they do then they are lying through their teeth. Everyone, even the rich, have problems and don’t for one minuet think they do not because they simply do; I realize this now; Marcy taught me this. We only spent two days together, but she still managed to help even though that was not in her agenda let alone mine. My original plan was to kidnap her and inform and educate her about how awful and depressing my life was, but I ended up discovering that I was the one who caused all of this and it had nothing to do with bad luck, misfortunes, or any other thing related to such. It was all my fault and no one else’s. And here I am now sitting alone in a cell speaking into a tape recorder to put an account on what all happened but more importantly to explain my actions and to give my perspective of the whole happening. Marcy came by the other day to say that she believed me and that she accepted my apology; those words meant more to me than the years that I would have had if I would not have taken her that night. She and I have an understanding now. The truth is that I was wrong. I am the one who needed to be fixed, not everybody else. I understand that now, but too bad that I will not have a chance to make it better. I guess that is the price you pay when one is…stubbornly wrong, and not only that I realize my actions were anything but right I also have come to the realization that she was indeed teaching….me the lesson.
Copyright 2008 James |
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