Edited by author 03-25-2009 01:12 AM
                      
Dark Encounter

I am a cop. I am the law. I am a saviour of human rights. But today, today I feel like I am no one. Listen carefully to what I have to say because, this is the story of Him, of me.

It was a beautiful Wednesday morning; people in the metro were hastily walking towards their destination. I always observe them, wondering what they are thinking about. If you look close enough, you can see that they all have the same look; you know the one that people have in the morning before they get to work. These sad faces that pretend to read the newspaper because of their loneliness and, as time passes, they wake up to wonder how they got there so fast. I can’t reckon a time in my life where people I knew where happy about their accomplishments. Life is a long trip; you are always waiting to get to a better destination, but in the end, it is the journey which is beautiful. Some say the rain doesn’t fall long enough; sadly, I think so myself. I always do a bit of thinking before I begin my routine; it helps me forget why I am here doing this job.

I took a last sip of my coffee and threw it in the green garbage can near me, and then, I made my way through the crowd to get a glimpse at everything and everyone. My job consists of protecting people; usually from themselves. We don’t want any accident today. As I walked near the metro lane, I hear thundering screams echoing beside me.
Officer! said the woman close to me. There He was, standing near the edge ready to jump, my worst nightmare; the one thing that keeps me up at night. This is it I said to myself, time to prove to others that you are still worth something.

-Why are you doing this Mr? said I nervously.

-Oh you know why officer! He said grinning. Can’t you see all around you!

-Wha… What are you talking about?
- I am tired of all this, all these people pretending to be something while they are not, this world is falling apart, don’t you see? What do I have that is different from others? I can’t stand them smiling at each others like hypocrites and talking about there brainless reality shows when millions of people are dying and crying for our help. But no! We, little citizens adore comfort. Whatever the price some have to pay, we don’t care: as long as it’s not me. Now, give me one reason why I shouldn’t ascend to hell right now! What difference does it makes if I jump, other then slowing the stressed life of some dumb frogs.

I noticed he was shaking.

-A big one! Each human has some good inside of himself. See yourself as a flame in the dark, as a light in the horizon that can’t or shouldn’t be put out. It’s hard… I know. You are currently facing troubled times where hope isn’t just necessary, it’s the meaning of your life. I’m not asking you not to jump; I’m begging you.

-Think about it for Christ sake! He shouted. Even if a little hope floats in me, I feel like I can’t grab it. As if my arms where to short to grasp on this magnificent ideal.

-Don’t worry, a new day will dawn where the wind blows in your ear, whispering you what to do. However, you must be patient for that day to appear and you must find that patience in the hope you carry.

-Wrong. I’m tired of being useless!

A strange feeling grew deep within me. Who was He? I began to hear the sound of darkness echoing from the tunnel; it was coming. But then, his words stroke me like God’s voice. It finally made sense. My hands where trembling. Officer! cried the woman desperately. Truth came closer and closer and closer...

           Icem

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