The symphony of crickets play their tune as the world seems perfect for that one night.
The wind being heard brushing with the trees outside, as all beings finally headed off for their
slumber all was peaceful. The wonder and mystery of the night sky would draw me in, unable to
look away.
However, like all the others the peace is quickly disrupted by the battle raging across the
hallway, profanity thrown to each side like a knife cutting deep knowing, love is a myth. When
the battle started to rage the crickets that were playing were drowned out, yet, the residents
above and below could hear the war all too well. Throwing the blankets over my face, and
causing sweat to drip down, it is all the price to pay so that I can feel safe, even in a war zone
no one can hurt me under here. For what seems like hours, the war only getting more extreme,
Out of nowhere, red and blue lights flash by my window, synchronized with each other, as the
war comes to a sudden halt, I throw the blankets off my body, where they land on the oversized
Scooby-Doo pillow. I hop up and pear out the window as if it were Christmas, delivering me the
gift of silence for the night. The claps of thunder that came from the living room rang through the
house, as curious as all else, I crack open the door only enough to see, to my dismay, there
were more larger people, while the slim one at the door gestured for them to come in. Why here,
only to yell too? Seeing them head my way I ran as fast as the light of the moon can carry me
back to my bed, forgetting the covers I lay there waiting. Hearing footsteps coming closer and
closer, a sudden intense light breaches the wooden barrier.
The barrier that separated me from the war, fear and then soon peace falls upon me, as
a figure stands there and gently asks, “Are you okay?” The large bulky figure would ask.
Unknowing on my ability to speak, I nod my head. He would then reach into the blackness of his
shirt, removing a card, and giving it to me. “If they ever do this again call this number.” The
figure then pointed at the numbers on the card. The figure would finally get up and start to the
leave the room, yet, he suddenly stopped at the door frame and said the one last thing to me,
“Don’t trust people you think are nice; know them, then make judgments.” The door would shut
behind him, everything falls silent again, and once again sleep would overtake me.