CHASING LIGHT IN DARKNESS by Shkumbin Gashi (read dune .txt) 📕

     In few moments it looked that he was getting closer to that blinding eyes light, that apparently was the only difference of that darkness, but it didn’t look the light of salvation, it was more of a big fraud. It was impossible for him to catch it, the light started to disappear in the moment he reaches it.

 Bruce was in emotional pain; his mind was playing with him. Suddenly he woke up and saw that his body was paralyzed .He started crying with voice and felt of his bed hurting his leg. The night nightmare was gone ....temporary. Now was the time for the day one.

 He noticed it that it was already morning, he figured it out not by the clock, because he couldn’t even stare to it but from a friendly beam that was shining on his bed. It looked that the sun felt sorry for it and decided to give him some light on that emotional darkness.

  Somebody by seeing it like that would think that he didn’t slept for weeks, poor Bruce didn’t dare to close his eyes and get back to it demons again, facing that shadow.

Why can’t I be normal person , like everybody else whose problems are I forgot to take my children of the school or I didn’t finish my project or anything like that but not like this, he thought with his tears falling like rain.

 Why can’t he be like Bob the neighbor who seems always happy, but it was very clear that he wasn’t doing very well on this thing called life.

     He lives in the apartment next door. A big dog that often looked like an angry wolf was all he has, no one ever did a visit to him, furthermore he stays all day long without doing anything that can make the day meaningful, but never you can’t see his face sad.

 There must be a catch there: he either is the biggest emotional master of hiding the pain of his life  or he is really that happy how it seems, but things are not even this simple I guess.

 How he looks, maybe he suffered that much that he don’t care for anything else anymore and lives today for today, who knows?

 Speaking of Bob he knocked at the door in that early morning. He does it sometimes, inviting Bruce for coffer and a morning talk. Usually he gets refused in polite way of course but this time Bruce decides not to do that, he was thinking for him all morning.

Bob: Hello Bruce how are you this morning my friend.

Bruce: Hey Bob fine thnx, come inside I treat you with a coffee.

Bob: Really because you usually refuse me, it’s a surprise for me this now, I’m not turning you down (started smiling and entered on the main room)

There he was standing on the sofa with his blue pants and white shirt. He was 76 but looked like 50 very vital man, even why he didn’t have hair; his mustache made him quite good looking man. How is fighting crime going Bruce?

Well we are doing our best to make the town safe, you know how things go those days with more people getting on trouble but we are taking care of it (the conversation continued for 30 minutes with the coffees served from Bruce than Bob left with his smile on face ,a smile that Bruce forgot to do it)

 Human beings are mysterious and incomprehensible sometimes. Bob the happy man wasn’t the only man that Bruce thought that was in better condition than him. Practically all the people he knows were happier according to his perception.

 Far but far away from him he saw even his friends that were more job colleagues and he has to  interact with them every day, as for him he would stay all alone always ,so he tries to avoid as much as he could contacts with other people.

 He is not a beast or a demon even why he fights with them every day and night, but he is afraid if he was going to be hurt emotionally or hurt others and he didn’t want more weight on his shoulders.

 The way things were going on his life it missed just one more thing on him to go crazy and do something unthinkable.

As far as happiness concerned for him even the criminals that he caught were happier, even considering the fact that some of them were going to pass the whole life on prison.

I am the real demon and every criminal that I’m catching is innocent, they are just covering me and my bad side.

 Talking about criminals and crimes a case that happened two years ago gets on his head very often it was something he will never ever forget.

 One day ,one of those usual ones on London he got a call telling him that a heavy murder has happened not too far from his home, in it was involved a kid, it was that kind of case that make sad even a person without heart.

  Bruce was eating breakfast and getting ready to go to his office probably going through one of those routine days with documents. It was boring indeed but better like that rather than having to cover with white blanket a face full of blood. But the faith has prepared something else for him.

 This call changed the direction of his day and not only. When he arrived on murder scene that was Yorkshire Avenue 20 minutes driving from his home, he saw a scene like in a movies with crimes, but this was more painful because it happened for real.

A cop helped Bruce to avoid the crowd gathered there maybe from curiosity, or they were thanking god that they weren’t victims, that they have still to give on this life.

Walking together they started talking with each other.

Bruce: Where is the scene crime?

Officer: This way sir, in the kitchen, I was shocked from what I saw.

Bruce: Those damn criminals never sleep. We have to catch the step with them too .Don’t let people get on house they can incriminate the proofs.

Officer: Yes sir... I will come to you with a report after few minutes

Entering on the house that looked that it was possessed by devils, Bruce spots a negative energy that could be felt on the air.

  The place when the crime has happened (a mother 31 years old and her son 5 years were killed with knife) was an ordinary kitchen of a typical middle class English family.

 What the eyes could see on those moments was very unpleasant and ugly. Seeing a mother hugging her kid it’s something divine but in another contest not in this covered by a river of blood.

  An Investigating police Mr. Ron Hawkins from forensics department came to Bruce and updated him. The murder is done by knife sir. We have found a finger prince on the knife and a cigarette; I hope this will tell us something.

I see Ron good job, continue with the investigation and see if you can find anything else that will lead us at near solving the case.

 The crime has happened on the kitchen when Bruce was standing looking on the bodies that were on the kitchen s floor. The woman has covered her son with her hands; they probably were eating something in the morning. In other side the boy was only 5 years old. He was so young; he still was wearing the teddy bear blue pijamas.

It was a torture to see them like that Bruce covered their faces and told Hawkins to take them on the forensic department for future examinations.

 Where are we going with this killing anyone, even animals are better than us. Bruce continued in the boy bed room that looked a usual room with lot colors of a young boy with big dreams in front of him.

 Big toy train in middle of room suddenly reminded him how much he wanted one when he was little, but he could never have it,

Instead he found comfort on a piece of wood that was shapeless but small Bruce by his imagination gives that shape based on the toy he saw at other kids.

 Thinking on the retrospective he always knew that he was lying to himself, but he didn’t have another choice to try to be happy. Sometimes people do funny things to satisfy their egos, to give meaning to things, or even a small kid with no abstract thinking can go crazy.

 After he gets out of his sad memories Bruce sees a photo of the murdered boy with two friends on the park, and another with his mother, what was weird is that he didn’t see a photo of a father,

 Maybe he didn’t know him, but his mother should have something from him. With that doubt on his mind he continued to investigate on the woman room that now wasn’t existing on this world, that who knows if its real or it’s a illusive reality., kind of  a alternative reality of another bigger reality, some kind of a bigger and longer dream that looked that was never going to end.

 The bed was untouched in one side that looked clear that only one person had slept there; anything else was random but....still no husband photo.

         Adaption or Illusion

 Sir we may have something. A witness saw something about the murder said the officer that came on the room when Bruce was investigating.

 Bruce: Is there any information for the husband, does he know about it.

Officer: Sir they were divorced a year ago according to neighbors, we haven’t located him yet but we are working on that direction.

Bruce: Why they were divorced

Officer: Apparently the man started gambling in one of secret places in London. You know when only invited people can go.

Bruce: I see. How did the neighbors know this if it’s secret?

Officer: When drunk he told anything to people around him. One night he came to house drunk after he lost everything. That night he started to beat his wife and everything went to hell. After that it was released a restrict order for him and he couldn’t get closer that 1000 meters to his family.

Bruce: So this family had some serious troubles. You are doing a good job son keep going. His eyes looked horrified from the crime he was only a rookie and Bruce was trying to calm him down for a moment.

Officer: Thank you I really want to serve my country and I don’t want to back up from this. My father died in duty, I want to be like him and make my family proud.

Bruce: Don’t need to die to be a hero, so minds in your head boy.

Is it possible that the father could kill his own child? Are there are cases when parents kill their offspring to? It may look like no but Bruce s memory hits him again.

It was 16th of May 2011 when Bruce was called to investigate a death of a kid that died from poison on Birmingham. He was a 12 years old boy