THE "V" AGE

There were few stars out in the sky, glimmering with radiating energies indifferently but booming fast around disorganized. They took paces hiding and swerving in and out the foamed-up clouds after lighting up their woolly shapes in this darkly night, moonless night, a silenced night which bourn shoulder-high crows cawing eerily on tall tree tops. Bats, as they pass-by flapping slicing through the sky, one which was weak lost a wing, nosedived and fell on a rooftop.

There was a prolonged rushing noise as the bat hit and sliced down the rooftop. This woke up some neighborhoods. Little ones and babies with good ears began to blubber for they were scared. Their disturbing noise shattered the silence heralding Joyce’s street in the middle of the night. Their blubberings were so loud and lousy far too long that she woke up as well from her stony sleep.

“What the hell…!” She said as she had a quick blurry look at her wrist watch hung on the side of the bed.

“What the… why the noise at this hour uh!” she said as she yawned using her left hand to hold back the widening of her mouth.

She struggled to come down the wooden bed to have a peep through the window what went wrong. She packed away the white mattress cover and the fluffy blanket and the bolster, with the image of eskimo dog on them both. She packed them to the top left side of the bed and tried wearing the bathroom slippers she had packed down the headboard of the bed. Her night dress was crimson in color. As she stood up to take a step, a big wind danced in roughly as the window opened arms for its coming. Her night kit was thus lengthy as it billows about in waves as the wind embraced it caressing it up and down. She sat back with a wry smile forced out on her pale face. The tossed in wind balling about which was scattering her room had died down suddenly like it never happened. She, briefly, on the edge of the bed, wondered what all that was. She stood back as one dixie cup fell off the marble stool coupling. She fell flat on the tiled floor with her side down as she tried to take a step forward. She felt dizzy and hazy right with her eyes and in her head though still trying to… in bewilderment.

“Why am I this weak…?” said she looking worriedly and inquisitively.

She stood.

She tried checking her pulse and noticed it was beating way too fast. She gave the impression that meant nothing to her. She managed to stand well holding the right leg of the bed with her two hands with one silver ring on the right to stand up right enough. She wobbled and struggled through to the window to do her intent. She was young and ever strong-willed this time. The little ones are still whining in the neighborhood. It was dying down gradually though. Their noise that woke up nearly everyone in the street… As she opened wider her window with her head jabbed up to the dark sky, she perceived nothing but few stars which bear the image of a ravenous bird as she arranged the puzzles in her head. And everything began to fade into naught and she began to wonder in her heavy mind what else disturbing would happen next. It all removed from her perception as darkness of the night would only come to depart for morning to take charge and shine.

“Oh…! My head is very heavy. Was that all a dream…o, another nightmare for real…? Oh My God… What!!” she said worriedly and rhetorically. She sat at the middle of her wooden bed. Just the same bed she saw in the nightmare. Her behind sank well into the foam and the mattress cover was quite scattered all over it. She looked up trying to figure out what she dreamt about in full and the harder she tried the swifter it began fading into naught.

“Wow… this is awful. So, I cannot remember this one again too but some flashes!” pitifully, she said. “Why…?” she exclaimed loudly that the doves down the street heard and flapped away fearfully.

She left the bed and felt a deeper headache as she wobble like a drunk chicken.

“Ah…” exclaimed, painfully, she.

She held her head with her two hands and approached the same window she approached in the nightmare she just had. As she got there, she felt some flashes of what she saw at the window as she peeped out. She saw the flashes, fading flashes of few stars converging and it went away before she would get a little more pictures. She drew her belly close to the sill of the window as if she would see more. She saw her closest neighbor, whose name’s Chloe leveling the tall grasses close to the wooden steps leading to her main entrance to her house. Chloe was married with two kids but she had divorced her husband even before Bonnie Bennet moved into the estate. They were not age equal at all obviously but they talked much more once in a while compared with Bonnie with other neighbors around.

“How do you do Chloe!” greeted Bonnie from the window right in her apartment. As she shouted out in phatic communion, she felt another deep headache. She squeezed her face involuntarily in reaction to the headache. She held her head up, poking the right and left sides with the four fingers except the thumb as if she could thrust the fingers in and haul out whatever that was inside her head giving her discomfort.

“How do you do Bonnie!” How was your… night?” expressed Chloe as she packed the machine down one opening part of the back of the wooden steps leading to the main entrance of her house.

She decided to try and tell her she had had it again last night. Whenever, in the past since the time she got around the estate, she is in deep soup or some trouble she could not cope with alone, she would use the items of advice Chloe gives. She left the window and had her mouth brushed and her face wiped well enough with water. There were still traces of water dropping down her black coiled hair. There were numerable tip of her hairs wet, with the water she had used to wipe her face seemingly gummed to her chubby cheeks and four scattered lying a bit close across her thick right eye brow. She came out as she was dressed to have a chat with Chloe.

“It happened again” she said worriedly.

“Seriously?” replied Chloe with utter concern.

“I am tired of all this. I am just too sick of it. I… I don’t know what to do again. I have tried waiting this far taking no step to talk about it to no one but you. I… am beginning to think I need step out now and find some answers you know!” said Bonnie tiredly.

Chloe started to stare at her in the face examining her deeply.

“Why staring at me like that?” said Bonnie inquisitively.

Chloe would not talk.

“Well, ma’am, seriously, you are beginning to scare the shit out of my butt” Bonnie said with disgust.

“Sorry dear, no offence meant” said gently Chloe.

“None taking ma’am but you are making me to begin to regret confiding in your personality” said Bonnie hurriedly.

“May I touch your forehead?” she asked with utter concern.

“What… what for?” Bonnie said irritatingly pacing backward.

“You should trust me: it is not like I am gonna bite you in the broad day light” expressed Chloe with utter concern and brief smile.

“Hmm… Alright!” exclaimed somberly Bonnie.

She used the back part of her hand to examine her head and she removed it as it touched it as if there was heavy electric power running through her head which shocked her and propelled her to remove her hand involuntarily. She dashed backward giving Bonnie some space but she came back forward to Bonnie. She helped her sit on the plastic seat outside her house. She sat right at her front facing her on the bench painted in white. She held two hands and began to rub them with hers in a motherly manner.

“When was the last time you had a real sleep Bonnie?” said Chloe gently and inquisitively.

“I don’t know ma’am. I cannot remember things. As in, it has been like I am empty for months now. Wait, are you some doc or nurse or some psychologist or something…uh? Do you know what is wrong with me? Please, do open up if…” said Bonnie worriedly.

“Well, specifically I am not sure what you are passing through. I would have to speak with a friend. But first, do you remember anything about your past?” said with care and inquisition.

She looked into herself, right deep into her inmost being searching deeply if truly she’d recollect things about her from past months and years. She did that as if it used to work for she had tried doing that herself but to no use.

“Ma’am, honestly, I am sore blank” she said smiling wryly.

“Well, that is incredible. It is no good thing. You telling me uh… that you just live in time without having in stock in your head or your consciousness some memory of the time spent!” said the woman as she stood up.

“Go back in. I will work something out soon dear. Eat and get some more rest” the woman said in admonishment.

“Well… I am scared to go to bed. You know, it is not like my condition is encouraging! Let me not bother you any further. But thanks ma’am for your time. I appreciate that!” remarked gently Bonnie.

She got back inside to see that she had missed calls as she was not out with her mobile phone. She rushed down to her concise sitting room as the phone has just started to ring again.

“Hello… hello… hello…!” said a voice on the other side.

“Hello…! Who am I speaking with please?” Bonnie inquired.

“It is me. Your friend! Don’t you recognize the tone of my voice?” expressed the voice from the other side. “Your number is hidden. Don’t you know that? You did that on purpose. Didn’t you?” said angrily Bonnie.

“Oh, sorry, yeah, hell yeah, I did that on purpose. Can you not see the number of calls you have missed on your phone? I have been trying to get to you over the phone for more than half an hour but you were not answering. I guessed probably it was either because you are still mad at me for what happened the other day or you… are away from your mobile phone… again. Hey girl… for God’s sake, common… it is called ‘mobile’ phone. So, I just decided that plausibly you are avoiding me or something” explained the voice on the other side of the phone.

“Ellen…?”

“Yeah…yeah it is me, Ellen” said in affirmation Ellen on the other side of the phone.

“O dear, I am sorry… I was outside. More so, it is not like I can remember a big cut of my past anyway” said Bonnie coupled with mixed feelings on her face.

“There is something important… I need to tell you something but not over the phone: we need to see” said hurriedly Ellen, breathing heavily on the other side.

“You are in danger… I…” said Ellen as her voice began to fade gradually till there were rapid beeping tones.

“Hello… Hello… Hello… Ellen, are you there?” asked hurriedly with confused expression radiating her face.

“Trust nobody…” said Ellen breathing much more heavily then. There was struggling on the other side of the phone Bonnie heard.

“Hello, Ellen, is everything alright…”

He picked up the phone and laughed wickedly which almost scared the pee out of Bonnie. She hanged up immediately, opened the phone, removed the battery and removed the cards in it.

Chloe came out of her house, walked down the metropolis to where buses could be boarded. There was a car painted in all black right down the street close to the bus stop in between two tall buildings. There were garbage bags, filled with dirt at each side of the walls of the either buildings. She looked forth and back, left and right cautiously, trying to be exact no one was looking. She entered…

“She doesn’t know what is wrong with her, Sir!” said Chloe to somebody seated at the back seat whose identity cannot be seen for there was a strong dark glass shielding him.

“Continue to pester her for more words as per her flashes. We need to be sure that she remembers nothing important” said the manly voice from the back seat.

She bowed her head as he spoke and as she talked, her head remained bowed.

“I understand, Maester… That is the only way to prevent her from…”

“Enough… Leave” commanded the man curtly.

TO CONTINUE LATER, PLAUSIBLY.

BY JODEKSS.