Ordinary I Wish (5)

5

I found myself floating above a weird room it seemed to be an apartment but it seemed to small maybe a hotel room I couldn’t tell the whole thing was dingy no matter where I was.

I could see a slight figure in the middle of a damp bedroom reading a passage in an old book on the table was a picture that on closer inspection horrified me. It was a picture of Prain and Jazmina. How could that be they were both dead? That only meant-

. This couldn’t be happening I wasn’t back in the 70’s which was they passed on.

I was pulled out of my horror fest when there was a muted knock on a nearby door. She- Jazmina got up and went to the door I followed closely behind.

She looked out the small peephole. She seemed to tense as she continued to look out of it. There was another knock at the door this time a voice accompanied it.

“Jazzy baby answer the door I know you’re in there. Come on Uncle Armando just wants to chat.” His voice reminded me of sand paper. But his voice had a sultry tone to it.

Jazmina moved to open the door and as soon as she had it unlocked he busted through. I was shocked by this man’s rough intimidating exterior it was almost as if he was trying to project an image different from what was instigated by his voice.

“What do you want Armando” she asked him distancing herself by walking into the adjoining kitchenette.

“I came to talk about you walking out on a customer and you…err...lack of enthusiasm for your position.” He looked slyly at her as he advanced to the cluttered countertop.

“I already told you that it wasn’t the life I came to this country looking for.” I could hear the Indian influence in her voice stronger than ever. “I always feel dirty and disgusted now. I think its time that I went home to where I came from. The letter you had me send to my family must have hurt them.” Her voice filled with an emotion of shame and fear as she read the vibes of the room. Her eyes suddenly got this faraway look that I knew all to well.

She let out a gasp that made me know what was coming.

“Do you really think I’m going to let you leave you brought in more money than any of the other girls ever have. You are not leaving. Now be a good little girl and get dressed for the night you have a lot of ground to cover tonight.”

“No, you can’t make me go this is supposed to be a free country.” She took a deep breathe and seemed to gather herself. “And I will be gone by this same time tomorrow.” She stated firmly but her voice wavered toward the end.

“Fine if that is how you-”

He didn’t finish his statement he advanced toward her and she tried to run but there was no where to run to. He had her cornered all I could do was watch in horror.

He pulled out a 9 mm and fired a shot directly at her heart. I wanted to close my eyes to scream or something but my eyes were glued on the sight in front of me. He pulled her to the middle of the room I could here her shallow breathing I went to try to help her but I went right through her. Not satisfied with the damage he had already done he fired a shot at her head the blood was pooling all around her now.

He fired the last shot at the center of her chest. I heard one final gurgling sound as she let out her last breath. Then the room was quiet for five quick heartbeats then Armando went to the kitchenette and grabbed a greasy towel.

He dipped the towel in her blood and wiped it all over the walls of the tiny place. I tried to scream at him at I tried to get the gun from him but being detached from my body gave me no physical abilities.

I wanted to be away from that place more than anything I squeezed my eyes shut internally yelling “TAKE ME HOME!!!! TAKE ME HOME!!!”

I felt myself flying a million miles an hour when suddenly I opened my eyes and I was back on the east lawn where I passed out to begin with.