Silent Beings...

“I have to be fast! There’s got to be some way out!” the man was talking to himself, and was fumbling, “Here we go!” he said and jumped outside from the window, and on to balcony and started running down fast as the armed men came in through the only door letting inside.

“Hey, you! Please, sir help me! Some guys are chasing me, they have guns with them!” the man tried to convince this person in a suit to help him. “Who are you? Who are those people? Have you called the emergency?” asked the person.

“No. I can’t. I just need you to help me! Take me somewhere safe! I can repay you, I could give anything you’d ask!” said the man shaking and out of breathe.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help you! You need to call 911! I can’t help you!”

The man pulls out a gun from his pocket, and pointed at the person and whispered in his ear, while not making an impression of harassment on the public around,”I don’t have any other choice; take me to a safe place!”

“Okay, okay! Take it easy!” said the person sweating and scared as a bird.

The person took the man to his car right next to a shop in the corner of the street and drove off.

They reached outside a building; rotten, old, over-crowded and smelly. They stepped out of the vehicle, the gun kept at the back of the person by the man, and walked inside. The person lived on the fifth floor of the building in the last room of the corridor with a big pad lock on the door. They entered the room, and the person asked to be spared.

“Please, let me go. Take all you need, but don’t hurt me!” said the person almost weeping.

The man put the gun away and said,”I’m sorry, man! I didn’t have any other choice. I am in a very big trouble!”

“What do you mean?” asked the person.

“I don’t know!” said the man.

“What? Why?” came another question.

“Because I can’t remember! I woke up with a severe headache, and this girl was lying right next to me in this small room, and she was dead and a lot of blood was on her side of the bed with this gun in my hand! I don’t know where it came from, and I don’t know how I got there in the first place! Please, you have to help me! Please!” the man starts choking, and the person gets a glass of water for him from the tap right next to the burner that was in an attached kitchen.

“Thanks!” said the man.

“So, you’re saying you woke up today with a dead girl next to you in a room you’ve never been to with a gun in your hand?” asked the person.

“Yes, and then, these people start pounding the door and threatened to kill me. I ran out of the window and came down into the alley and ran into you!” justified the man,”Please, you need to help me. But don’t call the police.” pleaded the man.

There was an uncomfortable silence in the room for some time, and everything stood still there; time seemed to have come to a hold and there was no voice inside except for the traffic noise coming from the outside. The person asked another question,”Did you know the people that were chasing you or the girl?”

“No, I had never seen her or those men. I barely had the time to notice the details of the place and to get my head together.” said the man.

“Do you remember something from last night? Or anything from your past life?” asked the person.

“I think I do have a little notion of my past life, but that’s too bleak. And I can’t remember anything from last night!” said the man helplessly.

“Well, try hard! You need to put stress on your mind! We might need some data to be able to help you!” yelled the person to the man.

“Well, what if I couldn’t. I am scared. There’s blood on my clothes. Clearly, I killed that woman. Those people might be her friends or police officers under cover. What if they followed us? What if they already know who I am!” the man started choking again and takes a sip of water from the glass.

“Stop! Don’t panic! That will get you no where!” the person was somewhat frustrated at the man, now and wanted to get the situation out of him. “Tell me something about your past life! I need to know something about you.”

“I don’t know; I am not very sure. I think, I am a professor, or may be a counselor. I have a picture of some young people sitting in front of me in a circle; there is a big room and there’s about fifteen people. But, it’s not clear. Let me think more about it.”

“Well, that’s good. May be you could think of something more.” said the person.

There was a noise outside the corridor, probably two people were having an argument and they were banging the walls of the room.

There’s somewhat another unrest that took the men off their situation for a second, but after a minute it stopped. Now, there was another round of silence.

The person takes off his coat and tries to shift the mood to a low intensity,”So, do you like music?”

“I do, why?” asked the man shifting his attention to answer the question.

The person goes to the music box and puts a CD in it. And a slow ‘80’s folk song starts echoing the room, and there was a sweet exotic atmosphere in the room by the music and it gets exaggerating as it goes higher. The person starts shaking his hips to catch the beat while facing the player and moves his lips to sync with the lyrics of the song as it slowly moves on. Then, with a snap, he turns to the other side where the man was. There was a loud bang of a gun shot in the dark room, and the body drops on the floor... the hand reaches out for the lights and turns the switch off. And the door slams in. There is a continuous silence, a long uncomfortable silence...