Short Stories : Save My Life (From the 3 Series)

Short Stories : Save My Life (From the 3 Series)

I threw the stone the size of a tennis ball in a wide arc over the bridge railing. At that moment I wished I had targeted well. I wished I had thrown well. When the stone hit the windshield of the fast approaching car, I was horrified to have been hit. What was the probability that such a throw would hit its target? Not very high. Only in my situation is the probability predetermined.

The driver yanked the car to the left. With a deafening noise he hit the middle guardrail and rolled over to the side. The car disappeared into the air, under the bridge. I ran to the railing on the other side. I heard metal slam against metal, shatter and deform. Glass broke. Then I saw the car, spinning further on its own axis, landed with full force in an oncoming car and pushed in the roof. Soon there was silence. The sun was setting behind me. My staring gaze couldn't turn away from the destruction beneath me. I felt his shadow crawl across my back. He was behind me. The coldness of his shadow stung my skin like a thousand needles. I turned around slowly. He - a tall, old man in a black coat and as thin as a broomstick, stood there looking over me. His eyes were blank, but his smile could freeze the blood in your veins.

"How much time do I have now?" I asked him.

"Six hours my friend. Six hours, ”he said without looking at me. So three dead.

23.08.2019 7:00 a.m.

I blinked. The bright daylight hurt my eyes. Through the window behind me, the morning sun stretched over the dirty floor into the room. The light made this dilapidated room seem almost peaceful.

I was very hungover and a brass band played wild trash metal in my head and the fans danced in my stomach. One arm was over my hip. Who was that? The memory of the previous night had not yet been uploaded.

The past week had been pretty turbulent. First I left my pregnant girlfriend alone and then I tried to catch up for the past three years. I took our savings and let the party go. Family life was just too much for me. Where had I gotten to? Here in a shack and lying on a stinky mattress. That was not planned. I had to get out of here quickly. When I picked up the thin and delicate hand, I immediately noticed how cold it was. I put my hand carefully on the mattress and slowly turned around. A loud scream broke out from my throat. The sight gave me an adrenaline rush. I pushed myself wildly from the mattress onto the floor. In front of me was a dead girl. She couldn't have been older than eighteen. Her eyes were wide open and white foam dripped from her mouth. As I stamped myself free from the ceiling, I saw that she wasn't wearing anything downstairs. Then I looked down at myself. My pants were hanging from my ankles. Did we have sex? Pills rolled from the mattress onto the floor.

"Holy shit! What have I done?"

"You let it rip, and it was pretty rough," answered a woman's voice. I looked in the direction where the voice came from. On the opposite wall a woman was sitting casually on an old wooden chair that was tipped against the wall. She was dressed like a biker.

Biker boots, blue jeans, black leather jacket, long wavy blonde hair and a cigarette between your teeth.

"That was a respectable achievement, you selfish asshole. If it were up to me, I would send you to hell. But someone gives you another chance to get your life in order. You just have to get rid of all your bad qualities. You have to execute them all to find out what's really important. An old friend of mine will visit you in about two hours. It will help you get rid of your problems. Don't mess with him. It would be of no use. It can be pretty gruesome. "

The woman got up and left the room nonchalantly. When the steps were far enough, I jumped up, pulled my pants up and found my things. Was it a dream? Did I have hallucinations? The girl was still lying motionless on the mattress. My guilty conscience burned in my stomach. Just as I was laying the blanket over the girl, I heard a car start from outside. I jumped up and looked out the window. An old BMW 3 Series drove away with squeaky tires.

23.08.2019 9:00 a.m.

Away, away, away. Just away. I didn't want to run; i had to. First I walked around indiscriminately until I found my bearings again. Then I had a goal. Micky was the guy who sold me the drugs. I didn't let go of the belief that it was all just a hallucination. On the way I found a little girl's bike that I continued to ride. When I turned into the street where Micky's house was, I saw him standing in front of his garage and tinkering with his car. "Micky!" I shouted, letting the bike roll into a bush. Micky looked in my direction in surprise.

"Theo, why are you screaming like that, you idiot?"

"We have to talk," I said; totally out of breath.

"Okay, but not here. Let's go to the garage. ”Micky was a giant. Pumped up like an ox. The veins on his upper arms looked like a 3D image of the landscape map of Hesse.

"Hey man, what was that stuff you sold me?"

"What's the shit about? That was top quality. "

“Fuck quality. I've had the worst hallucinations in the world since this morning. I believe. Or I hope. "

"So this side effect is new. I can understand vomiting, rash, headache or severe depression, but I hear hallucinations for the first time. I take things myself a lot, but something like that… ”

"You can't imagine what I'm going through. There was this dead girl and a leather chick who would like to chase a crazy man around my neck. ”

"Wow, wow, wow. You have something to do with a dead girl and then you come to me. I think you are crazy!"

As if on cue, an old man in a black coat came up the driveway. He was huge and skinny and came straight to us. He stopped a meter ahead of us and just looked at us.

"Can you see him?" I asked Micky.

"I'm not blind," he answered and spoke directly to the man.

"What the hell do you want here?"

His eyes alternated between Mickey and me. Then they stopped with me and he said, "Your last chance, Theo. You have to get rid of the evil. ”Mickey's patience came to an end.

"Get out of my garage or there will be an accident" Micky started to storm but I stopped him.

"The leather chick said that I can't do anything to him. It may be dangerous. Let me talk to him. "

I turned to the old one. My whole body trembled and my words sounded hysterical.

"What do you want from me? What should I do?"

"You have to get rid of evil."

"What does that mean? Damn it, I don't understand. "

To give more expression to my words, I hit a tool trolley that was right next to me with full force. A screwdriver strapped into the air and flew backwards. This thing stung right into Micky's right eye. Micky instantly panicked. He wanted to walk past us, but got stuck on the tool cart and stumbled. As if in slow motion, this mass of body flew past me and landed lengthways on the hard floor. Due to the impact, he pushed the screwdriver through his head so that the tip broke through the back of his skull. I was about to faint. My legs went weak and I landed on my butt. The old man just looked at me and said, "I'll see you again in two hours."

23.08.2019 11:00 a.m.

Hey Theo, why do you look so shit? ”Pat asked me and closed the door behind us.

"Dude, I'm fat in the ass."

"You can see and smell that. Let's go to the kitchen, Felix is ​​there too. "

Felix stood on the kitchen island and read a newspaper. He looked up and greeted me. The two were my best friends, right from primary school. They lived in a shared apartment with another guy whose name I could never remember. I have had the pleasure of staying with them a couple of times in the past week.

"You look like shit," said Felix, trying to look charming.

Did you two talk to each other? ”I asked, looking at both of them.

"I have a problem of galactic proportions."

The guy whose name I couldn't think of came into the kitchen.

"Who has a problem? Oh, hi Theo. "

"Hi…"

"His name is Alex," said Pat.

"I know it! Now don't interrupt me all the time, I have something to tell. "

"Do you want a coffee or a shower before that?" Felix asked, grinning at me.

"No! I don't have much time left, so listen to me. Something bad happened last night that I can't remember. I woke up a few hours ago in a shack and there was a dead girl beside me. Then a blonde biker girl told me that an old guy would see me in two hours because I was still given a chance. Then she drove away with her BMW. I couldn't believe it was real, so I went to Micky, who sold me the fabric this week, to ask him what the mess was. When I talked to Micky about it, this old guy suddenly came. He chattered something about the fact that I have to get rid of the evil. ”I stood behind the kitchen island and became nervous again.

"What happened then?" Asked Pat.

"Then ... I accidentally killed Mickey."

"It must have been really hard stuff you shot into it. You don't think we believe you? ”Said Felix.

"You have to believe me. The old guy is chasing me. And, should I tell you something, "I could only utter the last words in a whisper," I think he is death. "

Thoughtful silence. Then they started to laugh in chorus.

Of course they laughed. Had someone told me this absurd story twenty-four hours ago, I would have laughed at him too. I couldn't laugh now. I looked at Micky's wristwatch that I had taken from him before I left the garage (he no longer needed it) and knew that the time was up. Someone knocked on the door.

"Who is this? Do you want to prank us? ”Felix asked me.

"The knock didn't come from the front door," said Alex, pointing to the door opposite the kitchen door, behind which was a cloakroom. Knock again. Alex went and opened the door. There he was, the old sack. He passed Alex and entered the kitchen.

"Hello Theo, it's time to get rid of the evil again."

"Do you believe me now?"

Pat and Felix nodded their heads at the same time. I looked the old man straight in the eye. With an angry scream, I grabbed the knife block in front of me and threw it in his direction.

"You never get me!" I shouted, taking a pan and jumping up onto the kitchen island.

When I started to jump, I bumped my head against the metal grill, which was secured with chains over the island. The thud knocked me to the side. I landed hard on the floor. My lights went out. I only heard the old guy's voice.

"Well done, my boy. Now you have six hours. "

08.23.2019 4:45 p.m.

Everything had gone wrong. If you had tried it a hundred times, it would still have been a frivolous attempt to imitate this insert.

I only came to myself after a few hours. The kitchen looked like a grenade had hit. Pat, Felix and ... the guy whose name I forgot was dead. And it was my fault. The flying knife block did the guy. The metal grille smashed Felix's head. When I fell off the kitchen island, I landed on Pat. He flew with his back over a chair and broke his neck. I ran away for fear that the police might catch me. But maybe that would be the best. To turn oneself in. To give up. Hands in the air and legs apart. Admit to being a murderer. Let me lock myself up, go to jail. What? Into jail? Not a good idea. In there they would make me a Thai maid. There had to be another way out. I just had no idea and time was running out. Time. Time played a big role in this game. When I woke up with the dead girl, the biker chick gave me two hours until the old man showed up. And with Micky, whom I accidentally chilled, it was another two hours. It was now six hours. Would that mean, for every person I kill, I was allowed two hours longer ... what? Life? How long could you delay your life this way? And why was it so easy? A look at the clock showed me that it was time again. I was standing on a highway bridge. I held a stone the size of a tennis ball in my hand. My eyes were closed and I let the setting sun warm my face.

23.08.2019 11:00 p.m.

I finally had an idea and a plan. All I needed was more time. And I got it now.

I still rode the girls bike to the company where I was employed, even though I had been blue all week, and took some material and a company bus. Then I drove to a disco called Space. A few days ago I had read a poster that said a foam party was going to take place in Space tonight. The parking lot was still empty, but I drove further behind to make it less noticeable, like the silver gulf that was parked there. With a swing I turned into the parking space after the golf. It did not surprise me in the least when I met the young man kneeling next to his car and smoking a joint, head-on with the muzzle of the car. Well, the time was up and I got two hours.

 

24.08.2019 1:00 a.m.

Everything was prepared. The disco was full and the foam party was underway.

Getting in was no problem. The employees knew me because I was often there when renovations were carried out to lay new power lines or to carry out repairs. They let me into the engineering room. From there I laid a cable, hidden under a stage, to the dance floor. Then I bridged all the necessary parts and clamped the cable to the house connection. Switching. The light flickered. The loud music died. The junction box melted and sparks sprayed in all directions. The cable fell to the floor. There was loud shouting. Bottles and glasses rolled over the floor and broke. The engineering room was on fire and I ran out. It smelled terrible, like burnt meat. The emergency lights had come on and just then the fire alarms started to beep. As I ran across the dance floor to get to the emergency exits, I constantly stumbled over bodies that were in the foam. Chaos reigned around me, as it couldn't be worse in hell. When I made it to the emergency exits, I saw the old guy standing casually on the left of the door, with a butt in his mouth, standing on the wall.

"How much time?"

"Four and four ... wait. Thirty-six hours."

24.08.2019 7:47 a.m.

I drove around the rest of the night to find a safe place. In the few hours that I slept, I was haunted by nightmares. It had to end. There was only one thing left to do.

With the key in my hand, I stood in front of our apartment door. After almost ten minutes I put it back in my pocket and rang the bell. Gina opened the door. There was horror on her face. Which I understood well, because I stank and looked like everything a dirty gutter had to offer. If she had spat on me, cursed me and knocked the door at that moment, I would have understood. I would have placed the rose I had picked outside on the doormat, quietly asked for forgiveness, and would have disappeared from her life forever. But she didn't. Horror became relief. Tears flowed straight from her eyes. She hugged me and hugged me. After everything I did asshole, she showed me her affection. I couldn't go on and started crying. Tears of joy like I had never shed before. Then I felt a heavy object in my hand. I took a step back and wiped the tears from my eyes. The rose had turned into a pistol. The old guy was standing behind my girlfriend.

"What do you want from me? I still have time. "

"Oh, my friend. Just finish it. This one more time and I promise you that you will be free forever. "

"What? I will not do that. No way!"

Gina saw the old guy and was startled and stomped against the wall.

"Do it," he said in a calm voice. I knew there was no point in pointing the gun at him.

"So you want me to liquidate all evil from my life?" I asked and the old man nodded his head in agreement. "She is not angry. The worst in my life, "I looked at Gina and whispered, forgive me. "I am." I held my gun to my temple and pulled the trigger. Gina's scream follow.

23.08.2019 7:00 a.m.

I blink. The bright daylight hurts my eyes. The morning sun shines over the dirty floor. A girl coughs behind me. I have to save her life. I have to save my life.

Author : Aleksandar Gievski