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"When an unclean
spirit goes out
of a man, he goes through dry places, seeking rest, and finds none.
Then he says, 'I will return to my house from which I came.' And when
he comes, he finds it empty, swept, and put in order. Then he goes and
takes with him seven other spirits more wicked than himself, and they
enter and dwell there; and the last state of that man is worse than the
first. So shall it also be with this wicked generation."
________________________________________ The sweet smell of roses
fufilled the hallway.. the company room. The bitter taste of alcohol
stuck to my throat. The bottle clutched in my hand. I continued on, my
feet dragged to the stairway, before I reached the top I turned to look
below me, felling a sense of presence I carry on my way.
My hand lightly brushes the banister and across the railing of the balcony-like upstairs floor. I make my way down the long path to the bedroom to find Micheal sitting on the bed looking down at his feet. Voice: Who cares about him? Madison: I don't. Micheal lifts his head and looks at me, the whites of his eyes full of red lines of pure stress and lack of preservation...his sleeping becoming a distant memory since my new "form" has arrived. Silkk: What? Madison: I said nothing! He rolls his eyes.. he gets off of the bed as I head over to the window..! Looking out to the distant ray of light slowly dissapearing under the edge of the world. The tips of happiness fading away with the sunset to never return to the isolation of which this planet is condoned to for a lifetime of wickedness. He heads over to the side of the bed and bends over behind me.. reaching under the bed skirt he pulls all but three fairly decent sized suitcase from it's resting place and hauls them over the top of the bed and drops them on the plush duvet cover. Silkk: I'm leaving. Madison: Goodbye! Silkk: No Madison, this isn't just an outing. I turn my head to the side as if I am comprehending what he is saying and I stare blankly at the wall, well aware of the point he is trying to get across. Madison: Your point? Silkk: What do you not care that I am leaving and not coming back? He steps away from the bed and approaches me further.. placing a hand against my deathly cold fingertips..and then pulls back with the shock. Madison: Not really! The hurt in his eyes grows with much more grief as he looks on at me with a severly aching heart..his hand falls lifeless to his side and he almost hangs his head, but he approaches me further.. moving my face in the direction of the outside view again to avoid full front contact.. he looks at me. Silkk: I love you, there is no doubt about that.. but you have become something that I do not know.. you are not the same person I love.. nor cherish! The only thing that seems to be lively about you is how you are with the children.. if they are the only ones who can break you from this madness .. then there is no sense of me being around.. because you obviously do not share the same feelings. Madison: Nope! Silkk: Can you say more than that please? It took a lot to make this man cry.. it took a lot for him to make this kind of decision..! I turned to look him in the eyes.. there are glazed over with tears of sadness and tremendous pain. Madison: No I do no love you.. nor do I care about you..! The only connection that I am aware of having with you is the father of my children.. do I doubt that I once loved you.. it is possible...! If we share children there WAS something there.. it is better off if you left.. I do not remember a single thing about you.. nor do I feel a single thing about you...! The children are young.. they won't remember you once they get older.. so leave now... and never come back.. He said no more words to me.. the look in his eyes said it all as the glaze over his pupils was no longer there.. the tears soaked his cheeks and he grabbed his suitcase's and marched out of the bedroom door.. I turned back to the window.. and stared out at it once again as he left the doorway... I turned back one last time to watch him leave .. but he was already gone.. I heard footsteps against the stairs, the creaks in the old wood. Keys shuffled in a jean pocket as he slipped on his shoes at the door grabbed his cap... the kids met him there.. he kissed them on the forehead and told him that he loved them with everything that is in him and for them to never forget that and he walked out of the door.. closing it behind him with a faint pop and I watched him as he climbed into the driver's seat of the car after throwing his cases in the back seat. A slight flash of heart came over my cold heart.. or what I thought was a black and cold heart. I stared at his vehicle as it drove off.. Did I not love him.. did I do that just for spite.. or was it the real me..! Do I remember him.. or is there something inside of me saying that I don't.. when I really know that man.. Adena: He never cared. Madison: But.. Adena: Be gone with him. Madison: Ok. Adena: He never loved you.. Madison: No. Adena: He never treated you right. Madison: He didn't.. Adena: You can concentrate on what is important.. Madison: Yes I can! Adena: And what is that my dear? Madison: James Caine. Adena: That is right, good girl! I brushed away from the window and turned to the bedroom and looked on at the empty sheets a room now filled with complete emptyness. Thought rattle my brain.. as I grip the pack of cigarettes in my pocket and pull them out.... I walk over to the bed and drop the bottle to the end table.. it tettered back and forth before finally resting in it's place and I sparked my cigarette with every intention of smoking it's every little grain and I looked on to the carpet.. thoughts becoming words. Madison: Did I ever say anything about only woman can have children torn away from them? No I did not Caine.. and I would never say such a thing..! Do I not know what it is like.., is a lie. You claim to know plenty about me.. when you fail to read up on some information. There is plenty that you and I can relate to, but you fail to open the door to the fact that I might have experienced along the same lines of things you did or even worse..! But unlike you I will not go into my heartache.. or what happened once a long time ago.. I will not spill on how much of this and that happened to me when the reason we are bickering back and forth before we head to the show is to clearly gain some level upon one another. Our goal is to tormet each other with what will happen next week not to do some emotional babbling on what has happened to us in the past or even in the present.. leave your personal life for the soap opera's my dear. I pause.. puff on my cigarette and continue on talking to the carpet strands. Madison: You are right I said I didn't want it...! But I also said that I will fight to win it because I will make a name for it.. and I stick true to my word Caine. I will make this title known by the likes of me and known that you were the one who couldn't pull your pathetic act together. James Caine.. the man who had 24 years of bad days you say.. try 27 years of bad days.. try 27 days of agonizing life threatening assaults.. try never knowing who you are but what you are.. try that! Try to walk a mile in my shoes and find yourself come to a complete stop with no where to go.. nowhere left to turn.. you would come to an end.. like your career will come to an end at November Riot...! The length of the fall does not mean anything to me.. nor does the fact of the fall mean anything to me..! Because you will be the phone to fall into the fiery depths of hell as I burry you so deep into the earths crust.. the earth's core will incinerate your sorry ass. I'm not almost ready.. I was born ready. I butt my cigarette in the palm of my hand and let it fall to the carpet as I get up.. snatching the alcohol bottle from the end table.. I walk out of the room and grab my cell phone from the bathroom where I left it sitting on the outer edge of the sink.. flipping it open.. I dial number one on my list. Voice: Hello? Madison: Daniel... Diehard: Madison.. is that you? Madison: Yes.. Diehard: Well I'll be damned.. Madison: Come over... immediatly.. Diehard: What's wrong...? Madison: Just come..! I flip my phone shut leaving him more curious than my presence in EWA and I close the door to the bathroom. |
