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........
