4.
It was a bright day after so long. I was walking on a busy street. Suddenly, I was hit by an epiphany of a woman being shot. My head ached. Her Face covered with blood. Holding an Astra A-60 on my hand, all I could remember was her cold body.
“It cannot be”, I aroused and realized that it was just another dreadful dream. Grabbing the basin in front me and looking at the mirror. “What should I do?” I was perplexed. I looked into the mirror and asked, “I don't believe this…... Do you?” My own image kept staring at me. After a while I couldn't see myself and I went back to my bed.
How am I supposed to reach the end?
Due of all the confined thoughts and a burning hormone flowing around my chest, I was getting hopeless more than ever. I cannot live forever with this fear. I must do something. How I am supposed to solve this!
It was already Tuesday and I was still in Tasmania. I haven’t figured out anything even after the investigation I did in the place every day. Each day brought more frustration and obsession. I was dubious about anyone investigating the case.
I approached one little shop and asked if the shopkeeper would be familiar with any sort of recent accidents on this place. He was a middleaged person who told me in his typical accent, “Yes! I was here when it happened. It must be the biggest sound I have ever heard in my entire life. I have never heard such a blast. Everyone who rushed to see what happened. We were really scared. We also heard that some lady died in that crash and some guy lying on the corner. Some people from the crowd called the ambulance and he was taken to a nearby hospital. I nodded while he was speaking. And he stopped. “Have you heard anything about that accident after that day”, I asked. “Yeah once it appeared on a news channel given by Channel 10 but I didn't give more focus into it. It is a police case you know and I don't want to get into trouble.”
I wanted to ask more questions but after what he said, I just thanked him and turned away from the shop. There were few people who were giving me some queer looks. One guy looked for me for a while he was standing by a wooden post, blowing up a ray of smoke. He looked like an interesting guy. I went near him and asked if I could take few minutes from his life. He replied, “Yeah”, keeping his cool.
“Do you know about any recent accidents here?”
“Yes! It is the biggest one ever occurred in the Lyell Highway”, he said.
“What do you know about the accident? Do you happen to look at the guy?” I asked.
“For sure! I was the one who called the ambulance.”
“Wow!” I said. After managing my throat, I asked him, “Can you please tell me everything you know?” He asked me for 500 bucks to confess.
“I know who you are. You were the one in the accident. Man, I know you jumped from the vehicle and killed that lady.” after taking money from me.
I gave him a huge sudden blow to his face and held him by his collar saying, “I loved my wife. I would have never killed her f**king bastard and I am searching for the cause of the accident.”
Then, I pushed him with a huge impulse that slammed him on the post where he was leaning before. As soon as I turned away he shouted, “Then why the hell you jumped out of the car without saving your wife?”
I stood there for a while and killed him in as many ways I could think of in my mind. Without turning around I left the place and headed towards my room thinking I shouldn't have approached that rude fellow.
It was 9 o’ clock, night. I called Braxton. As soon as he picked up, he expressed his anger and, consequently, sounded concerned about where I was and why I wasn't picking up the phone. I lied to him saying, “I am at my friends house and I will come tomorrow”.
I couldn’t stay there any longer. I booked a flight for the next day.
He arrived at my house with an annoyed face. After a glass of white wine, he started telling me about his workplace. He made me aware that I also used to work there but it just lasted for 2 weeks but then I had killed that woman. We didn’t talk much that night. So he left.
The next day, it was already 7am when I woke up. I went for a walk. Jogged for a while. I felt a quite healthy. I sat on a nearest bench at a park, for a while, staring at the street where people already started seeming busy walking towards their workplaces. There are so many people on this planet but all have different faces and unique stories. The creator must be a genius. I wondered for a while.
But then I had a different thirst that needed to be quenched. So instead of seating there, I visited Braxton’s workplace. It was a Motorcycle workshop and Braxton has given his own name to it. He hadn't arrived but everything looked so familiar and why shouldn't it? I, myself, used to work here. I waited for a while until someone arrived.
I smiled and greeted a guy, who was approaching me, but I didn't get a similar response. With a narrow brow he asked me why I was here. I told him I came here to see Braxton. “Yes! This is his workshop, but not the place to meet him. You can leave!” that didn't feel good. From behind a voice called me, “Hey! How are you? How come?” looking surprised, there he was, Braxton. I acted as if I was in a hurry so I told him not to go inside and talk for just 5 minutes. He told me to wait for a minute while he went inside. “Let’s go!” followed after he came outside and took me to a nearby cafe. He told me to be quick as he had someone else to meet.
“Please help me solve this! I really didn't know what to do. I am really in trouble man. What should I do? You are the only person I know man...” I was going on continuously when he suddenly interrupted. “Wait! Look! I will do whatever I can but you need to be patient. Cops aren't your friend and inside that place nobody will welcome you after what you got yourself into. Your case is being investigated. If you haven’t done anything, why worry man.”
Those words did not need any more medication.