Shrieks

Watching over the giant windows, two birds racing along the Cross at the tip of the church. One moving past another,’May be they are having a fight’ she thought. That was her earliest memory after she woke up at the hospital bed. Startled! Couldn't move an inch, searching for a voice. Amid all the strength she could not gather a word. She could drown, she was suffocated, and each breathes seemed like a struggle to inhale. The birds flying unusually, still making uncertain movements. One of them could make it to the tip of the cross, while the other lashed out of anger and shrieked through the window and collided on the bed to reach out to her struggling mere voices. She woke up with a thud and screamed out of discomposure. Not because she was terrified, she made sure she did not lose her voice. Later that night she could not fall asleep. She tried, but she failed.

The morning as she was getting ready, she could not get over the nightmare. She put her make up on, slipped in the tightest dress she had. She left the hair open as it touched her bare shoulders. She needed the job, she was desperate. She walked in the bar filled with people. She was being stared at. She knew it. But she could care less. She spoke to the manager, and he asked to get ready for her gig. As she got in the dice, it felt surreal. It felt like one of those things you are not supposed to do and yet you are there. 

As she laid her gaze on the people in the bar she could sense a terror, an undefined tension throughout  the vibe. She looked around. She stared at the furthest distance until her sight seemed to fade away. Amidst the unfamiliar faces, a face seemed so familiar. A shadow of a man with black trench coat wearing a hat. She could sense the shadow being followed to her but the intoxicating silence could decipher an evil code. She pulled the mic towards her lips, wrapped her hands around it. Her voice... it trailed off. Suddenly, it was inaudible. She could not hear herself sing, she was terrified as she saw the face of the shadow. She knew him. But she failed to recollect the memory. The memory of the man gave her chills, something so intense, and someone very close to her. Who is he? How do I know? Why is he so familiar? So many questions, searching for one identity.