creative minds

The rough sea crashed against the sleeping seabed, the moonlight glistened upon the foaming waves, and the houses that margined the coastline erect with silence as the residence slept cosily within their beds. But - unknown to them - an intruder lurked within the darkness of the cloudy night.  
   This intruder is a lonely person with a troubled mind.  Unable to keep any job - he turned to crime - stealing, bruling and drugs - unable to make friends, his cry for help went un-noticed as he incarcerated himself for many days within the tiny, and damp bedsit he could afford.
   The footsteps scurried along the cobbled pathway lining the coast.  His dark clothing camouflaged within the darkness and his eyes darted from house to house as he thought of his desire to gain access to one of the properties.
   The disturbed mind of this lonely soul, posted images of inhumane behaviour.  His split personality - a reason maybe- he found it hard to socialise. 
He pulled his hood over his head as he halted opposite a large golden gate - his solider posture from his short stay at the regiment - emerging as his mind whizzed with a combanation of forced entrances. 
Climbing the gate, he threw his leg over and pounced - landing to a crouch upon the floor.
His breaths echoed through the silence around him; drowned out now and then by a sudden crash of thundering waves.  Ahead of him, the white door had a personal invitation as a pot plant sat upon the step below the window, his key to his means of entrance.
Inside the house was silent.  The darkness only lit by the nightlights dotted around.  He tiptoed along the thick piled carpet  freshly laid he thought, as the scent of the wrapping tickled his nose. 
He made his way into the lounge. The large flat screen screamed at him as he wished he could live like these wealthy people.  Strolling across to it, his hand reached out, and he fell deep in thought of the life he could have, a perfect family with the perfect home.
Suddely - a scuffle above him jerked him from his daze.  The owner of the property making his way from his bedroom and down the stairs through the darkness.  He made his way into the kitchen - still half asleep, his hand scattering to find the light switch.  As he made his way towards the sink, he felt a chill from the hallway.  He crept to the kitchen door and peered around the corner - his eyes falling upon the broken glass and the latch loose on the door. 
He reached for the phone that was attached to the kitchen wall and began to dial the emergency - the operator requesting for a service, but receiving no reply.  A voice emerged through the darkness…
 ’I wouldn’t if I were you!’
He replaced the phone and slowly turned to the command, welcomed by a gun aiming straight at his head.  An exchange of facial expressions lead to questions, brave questions on the owners behalf, did he want to loose his life?
   The intruder brushed the questions thrown at him; from his mind.  His desperation to get away worth more than the life facing him.  He wasn’t going to leave empty handed either. A few top of the range mobiles and the flat screen were top of his list.
With the gun held at his head - the owner had no choice but to hunt for the items the intruder requested, dashing from one room to the other, like a shopping trip as he bundled all the small items into his dark ruck sack.  He paused by the back door within the kitchen as a reflection within the glass of the door revealed a lady with a gun pointing towards him, and her orders for him to drop his gun flowing from behind.  Her aim towards him angered him; like a match striking fireworks.  He spun to her orders, but not to drop the gun. He pulled the trigger, and within seconds the lady lay within a pool of blood.  His fury killed her - he watched as her husband dashed franticly towards her and nestled to cover the wound the bullet struck within her chest. Her heart embedded with the bullet of fury, and her life drained quickly from her.
   Her husband held her tight within his tightening arms as his fury built within. His hand lowering onto his wife’s stomach - a bump lay still as her breath stopped. Heavily pregnant, the life of the unborn child was also at risk.  
The intruder gazed motionless as he realised the lady was pregnant. His gun sliding from his hand and clanging upon the floor.  Laying within the hands of his dead wife - the gun - still loaded and ready to go.  He slid his hand from the wound and grasped the gun - his fury ending the life of the intruder, his unborn childs life within the hands of the paramedics, and his life changed forever as he says goodbye to his wife and baby daughter he never got to know.

‘Take me with you’ the homeless girl begged the smart suited man stepping from the train to continue the rest of his journey to work by foot.  His slick dark hair glistening from the lights in the tube.  ‘Please sir’ she continued…’Im hungry and very cold.’  She nestled by the esculator as he snubbed her exsitence - what would people think if he assosiated himself with a person who dressed in torn clothes - not forgetting - twice her usual size. 
The steep esculator chomped slowly up to the top, the girl looking up and distanced to his eyes.  He dropped his head as he looked down upon his shiny clean shoes that just stepped to the floor…his heart aching from the selfishness swimming through his blood.  He wasn’t brought up that way…ignore the needy - that wasn’t what he was brought up to do. 
Across the street from the exit of the station, a stall with flowers called to him.  He picked the blood red roses - twenty of them - guessing she was around the same age as the amount of roses he’d bought.  His shoes tapped along the pathway and back into the station.  He watched as the girl begged passerbys - all snubbing her just like he did.  A tear gathered as he watched - then slowly, he made his way down.
The young girl looked up and smiled as he stood within the distance…his grasp upon the roses tightening as he angered through peoples reactions.
The girl rose to her feet, her smile still dressing her face - the best dress she’d ever owned.  The announcement of another train pulling in echoed around the tunnels - the girl looking at the tracks. 
At that moment - the man with the suit dropped the roses…the petals scattering across the platform - his eyes witnessing the girl as she lept high - her body struck by the arriving train - her sad life ignored by the world that passed her by.

His kiss fell upon my head with a warm embrace.  His arms, firm and caring, craddled me as we lay upon the grass under the moon-light.  The glow within his eyes showed me how much he cared and the sparkle enhanced by the glow of the small fire he lit within the steel bin.  The flames licked at the blistering wood and the crakle filled the openness.  I gazed into his eyes.  My body felt weak as his touch upon my cheek glided towards my chin, his words spilling his feelings for me as he whispered…his breath stroking at my ear - the feeling is love.

The shadows of my past haunt my life today.  Every moment - an action, a word - or scenery…reminds me of the darkness within my soul.  Isolated from the rest of the world within my white padded cell, my personality crumbles as the darkness within emerges.  The troubled soul over powered any means of self-control within my life - a blank - to the many horrific crimes I’d been accused of.  A blood bath of a string of murders - my foot prints within the pools of blood - trailed back to my dwelling.  A freak! A Twisted being! A monster! Cruly slandered within the daily papers - not many stories printed, as ‘The Demon’ freak added plenty of entertainment to the many ignorant readers.  Yes…it was my footprints within the victims pools of blood, and my blooded prints upon the walls and scenery…but it wasn’t me that commited those crimes.  Insane - yes- but the crimes were commited by the lost soul hidden within.  My body - it’s protection - my life…it’s prisoner!

My feet dragged painfully across the hot and sharp cobbled road as my hands - blooded and swollen from the desperate grasp for freedom - pulled my weakened body.  I endured many days incarcerated within an air tight container - kidnapped - for what I know now…a jealous lover to my husband, desperate to gain full access to the love she endured during his time of betrayal to me.  My mind else where, prevented the pain from worsening as I made my long and agonsing journey to - where ?  I had no idea where I was. 
The sun was beating down on me - my long dark hair sticking around my face as the persperation greatened with every passing second. My clothes, torn and riddled with dirt…clung to my malnorished body.  
My narrowed eyes released blured vision - darting within their sockets to gain full site.  My site regained as I pulled myself to my kness. 
My pounding heart began to slow its pace as I concentrated my gaze upon the empty fields that boardered the cobbled roadway…the green grass a luxury to my eyes.  I rested upon this spot for a while…having no idea of the day or time…it seemed forever.  The heat from the sun withdrew from my skin as the tempreature dropped, and the much needed day light soon turned to a dismal and petrifying darkness.  The emotions of the entrapment soon came rushing back…as the only light present, was the dimness of the moon.
The darkness carried my breath as I clenched into my knees, my distorted breath chilling my spine as my nerves dashed wildly with fear - scared to breath- scared to cry - any sound through the darkness gradually becoming my enemy.
Through the darkness, lights from the distance approached.  The beames raced across the emptiness, stinging my eyes as they moved closer to me.  I dived to the floor as the lights halted.  A creak emptied through the emptiness…my body quivering with fear. 
I huddled even tighter to myself as footsteps passed over the roughness of the road.  Manly footsteps…heavy and slow.  They halted before me.  Too scared to look, I quivered beneath, then suddenly - a touch fell upon my shoulder.  I screamed hysterically, my cries echong through the emptiness.
   ‘It’s ok…don’t be scared, let’s get you home.’
   I felt warm for once.  He was a stranger…but he knew me. I had been on the news. I had been missing for five months, moved from one destination to another.  He was passing by and saw me, he knew then - who I was - and the jealous lover, well…she’s the one incarcerated now.