“Matt, please I just want to forget about it. I feel foolish enough already. I just can’t…”“Hey, buddy! It’s me you’re talking to. Your pal…your chum…your wingman! Give it to me –no matter how silly it is. It’s been over ten days since your accident, man! You’ve got tospeak about it sooner or later. And trust me, no matter how cute that nurse is - you just can’tstay in the room locked up for the rest of your life!"I played with the idea of turning round and look whom he was pointing at out out curiousity,but just didn't feel like it.“Now stick it out, I am dying to hear what happened. Well everyone else is too, so to speak.I know half it, but I just can't wait to to hear it in Technicolor straight from the horse’smouth!”I closed my eyes. The night came back to me. And I began my story…
I lay hidden in the bushes along with hungry mosquitoes near the entrance of the PG GirlsHostel that night, waiting patiently for the gates to close for the night. Locked and chained.A cold shiver vibrated through me as I stood looking at the huge gate.
The Gate of Doom.
The eeriness of the night started to play. A dog cried somewhere.
Another electricshiver shot through my spine. I wanted to run back home and hide under the blanket. But Iknew I couldn’t. I was a man on a mission!I took a deep breath and shuffled through my pocket for the key. The key glittered in themoonlight. I put the key in the lock. Nothing happened.
You’re just nervous, bird-brain! Relax. Take a deep breath and try again.
I tried again. But the key wouldn’t turn in thelock.Sweat flowed.
Dammit! Hundred bucks and the lousy thing won’t work! Christ sakes, this couldn’t behappening. God! Not tonight. Please don’t do this to me. I know I’ve been a big pain ineveryone’s behind, but puhleeeeeese help me out here, Lord!
I looked up.The key still didn’t budge.
Minutes ticked by. My mind remained blank as I continued cursing the two-timing twig-headwho sold me the skeleton key.I knew I was left with no choice but to climb the darn wall! Huge prison walls.My first attempts were feeble and yielded no positive results owing to the large mid-sectionthat I had developed from my frequent indulgences with the junk food. But perseverancefinally got me up – only too late to realise that the wall was studded with glass pieces.Seconds later, along with many muffled screams I dropped on the other side of the wall –hands bleeding, shirt ragged and my favourite jeans torn. Not to mention the agitating pain.