Midnight Blackness Prologue
Name; Midnight Blackness
Disclaimer; Don’t know, Don’t own, Please don’t sue,
Summary; Things just started to get back to normal, before the phone rang.
Authors Note; I am starting to get use to the whole, “ writing for an audience” thing. But I am finding it difficult, because I cant do prose, only songs. But I need to improve my personal writing, so the pressure is kind of good. How does it start? Once upon a time? No. Long, long ago? Nope! In a land far, far away one sunlit morn? You gotta be kidding!!! Nope, more like, the rain was beating down, the wind howling and the moon shining. Yeah that’s way more like it.
The rain was beating down, the wind was howling and the moon was shining through the open curtains. The tears were flowing down Bam’s face, he was unreally hurt. How did this happen, you may ask, well here you go.
Just hours before, Ville had gone out to get groceries. Bam told him to be careful, because he was a learner driver. He told him to take the Hummer, because he knew it was a safe jeep. If anything happened, at least he knew the sheer quantity of airbags would keep him from being hurt. And anyway, he was decent, for a learner. Smiling, he had waved Ville off, shouting goodbye. Seconds later, he turned back into the kitchen and made coffee. He had just recently, well, boarded the wagon, and was really feeling the better of it. He had slept soundly all week, and realised that he was finally seeing the error of his ways. Drinking had made him strain his relationship with Ville, almost to breaking point and he was dammed if it would happen again. He had taken things into hand and saw that Ville was looking so much more relaxed, far more calm. As he poured the hot coffee, he felt a pang of shame; He had made Ville worry so badly, that he would drink himself into an early grave, that he stopped writing. Well, put it on hold, while he tried to convince Bam to stop drinking.
Walking towards the leather sofa, he resolved to apologize and thank him when he came home. As the coffee perched on the table, he picked up the remote. He flicked onto the comedy channels, looking for something to lift his spirits. He had saddened himself, thinking of what he had put Ville through. He needed something, something comedic, something light. He finally settled on a stand up show. An amateur stand up show, none the less! And before he knew it, he was crying with laughter, not at the jokes, but at how bad some of them were. He immediately felt better.
When the phone rang, he figured it was Ville, thought that the forgot something and didn’t want to come home without it. Giggling, he picked it up and started to say, ‘Hey Vil’, What did ya forget?’ Only to be cut short by the tone of an unknown voice. ‘Mr Margera? This is officer O’ Shaughnessy,’
At that moment, Bam’s world crumbled.