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| There Ain't No Justice |
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- Free & Dominate -
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by Dirk Gently
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"FREE"
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I lay there, as I have for some time now, nothing has changed in the
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time I've been here. I can see and hear the world pass me by, but I can not
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move to do anything about it. I can not speak, nor do anything on my own.
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Tubes bring food into my body, tubes push the air of life into my lungs, and
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machines keep my heart beating.
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I see the ceiling most of the time, occasional a nurse will close my
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eyes and I will "sleep". Though I can't open my eyes on my own, they open
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themselves. Then, after they've been open for a while, I regain a sort of
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consciousness.
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Some times the nurse will come in and sit my bed up and turn on the TV,
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and some drab programs will flash by my line of sight, and I will lay there,
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as I always do.
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The days that hurt me are the days my mom comes to see me. She talks
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with me, GOD! How I want to talk back to her, but I can't. After a while she
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starts to cry, she always does. I can feel the tears in my eyes, but none
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come, they never do. My mom will cry until she has to leave and then say, "I
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love you...." I love you too mom, I love you very much. How I hurt. My
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physical pain does not exist, but mentally I'm torn apart.
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"He's not shown any improvement, he's brain is dammed beyond repair, he
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is brain dead." came the words as my consciousness came back again. "What is
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your decision?" I could just make out a doctor talking to my mother. My
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mother looked at me, those eyes, so wet with the tears of her pain. Why could
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I not cry for her.
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My mother signed a paper, and broke down crying.
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The doctor went of to the side of my bed, and I heard a click. What
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could he be doing. Then at once I knew. I no longer heard the ping of the
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heart monitor, the air pump no longer pumped the blessed air into my lungs. I
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heard my lungs force themselves to work, my heart struggled to beat long
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enough, long enough for what?
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"I love you mom." the words came from my mouth with purpose and pride,
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"Thank you..." my mom smiled back at me her eyes sad to see me go but happy
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to know I was happy. "...I'm free..." those last words were something I've
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waited to hear for so long.
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I realized then that I not been truly alive, I was just holding onto a
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flame that should have gone out long ago, I'm free. The last thing I heard
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was my heart beat, one last strong time, and then I was a peace, so was my
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mother, and that's all that matters.
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"DOMINATE"
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The sky was dark and dreary. I felt the oppression of my labors upon me,
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how could I have been such a fool al this time. "Easy" I say to no one. I
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always fall for that face, no matter what happens. I am the ultimate fool.
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I can still see her looking at me, that face that could change my life,
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though never for the better. I often wonder what I see, or what I think when
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she's around, but of course I don't think, my will is her's to command.
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But once I leave and get into the trouble I always seem to bee in I
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realize what a stupid idea that what I'm doing is, but of course then it's
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too late.
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Then I'll go to her and say something like "I can't believe that you
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sent me into that!" or "What are you crazy, I could have been killed". But of
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course I never say any of these thing, she just looks at me and I think how
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selfish I've been and how much I just want to help her again, "Not this
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time." I swear to any god that may be listening, "Not again!".
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But these are fools words, I know that will happen.
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"There you are, I was hopping you would be here soon." comes that dulcet
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voice, I knew she was near, I could 'feel' her.
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"Come in from the rain before you get sick." She beckons, she sounds so
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sweat, so alone, so in need.... no I can't fall again.
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But alas I go in the door, she holds my hand as she leads me into the
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house.
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"Hold me." How can I resist her request, I hold her, her body warms
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mine, my aches and pains fade away, along with my will. I know already that I
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am her's.
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"You've been hurt so, let me heal you." She says taking off my shirt.
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"Your wounds run deep this time, but I'm sure I can help you." she says
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making it sound like I owe her something.
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As she binds my wounds I let my mind go to a better place, a place I
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hope I will one day find happiness in.
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"You will heal fine, as always my pet. Now easy my needs." She says with
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a longing look, "Satisfy the fire that is my desire." she smiles with her
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little rhyme. She reaches over and unbuckles my paints, as easily as she
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unbuckles my will. What follows can only be described as my total giving of
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my essence to her. She takes my will then my body. I don't want to give, but
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I must.
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"I love you." she says as she drops off her what little remains of her
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garments.
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"I love you." I say as I pull out my gun, "But I must do this."
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She looks at me, as if she had not seen the gun, but she knows it there.
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She stands and raises her arms up, "Do what you must."
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Pulling on the trigger is like pulling solid steel. I begin to doubt my
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own strength, but at last I win, the hammer pulls back then slams forward
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with a satisfying BANG.
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"I love you." she gets out in a guttural blood chocked voice as she
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slides to the floor.
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"I love you" I say, almost said to see her lying there dead. "I hope to
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find that place I dream of." My final words to the world as I pull the
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trigger one last time, this time the barrel points towards me. Funny that I
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find it easier to pull the trigger when the barrel is pointed at
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me..........
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THE END?
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