A Honest Try

Another year, an empty blog has seen a lot but had no words to describe it. Hopefully 2012 is the year it starts again, bringing the joy of writing again. Once again welcome to Audin's Blog....A holocron of my mind!

Jim and Me

It was suppose to be a normal day in my life. I got up, with the jerky bed, a creaking leg under it; my sleep had always a particular rhythm of the wood crack squeaking beneath. The day was dull as usual. Since the day I had moved away from my family every day seemed to be dull. A life filled with the gluttony of the dark angel, the final conflict was between me and my loneliness. I could only trust on Jim for everything. My life revolved around him. Everyday first thing was to talk to him. This time I got up and sat in the bed. Sometimes I would be tired at night and just throw things around the place like a little ten year kid who would do the same if his wish is not fulfilled.

Today was a bit different. I checked back on my memory and had a doubt whether it was me who did the mess all around the place? Questions aroused inside my mind and I felt a chill running down my spine. The work was not mine. I was broke; it was a theft, robbery. That explains the clumsiness inside my body with a gaseous feel around the home. The robbers must have used some kind of sleeping gas to get me over and cleared my home. Though I had not much of wealth at home I did not lose much. Suddenly I realised, what about JIM?

I rushed towards the room in a jiffy, looked around. Jim was gone. The hell came lose upon me and I was just shattered with what had happened. I scouted the whole area but still did not find a single clue. WHY? I cried, I moaned, Jim was the only one I could relate too, obsessed with. Now Jim has gone, they took him. I had to take my chances and I rushed towards the nearest police station. I told them the whole plot and also what I had lost. I was almost into tears. The police asked more about Jim. I had few pictures with Jim. I felt so terrified when they said it is possible that Jim might be not found.

The chief inspector than called me inside his room and asked me whether I was on drugs or under any medical supervision. I was confused on what he said. He advised me to take rest and see a doctor. I was so pissed off that I left the place with fury. Only way was to find Jim myself. I drove the whole nearby locality, and returned home with a dejected feeling. I looked at the wall and I remembered the memories I had with Jim.

I recalled the day I bought Jim. A beautiful bronze finished frame Mirror, Jim covered the whole wall and was by far flawless in giving the perfect reflection of me. I loved him and adored the quality he gave. Nothing was much painful than the loss of Jim. I loved it and I will miss him. And now sitting in this room and watching the empty wall which was once glorious with his presence I hope that Jim remains happy wherever he is........