A Guest in the Jail (Day VI)A Chapter by Kay Beaver It is called life… A
GUEST IN THE JAIL
DAY
VI
It
is called life…
“Come on Jasper, tell me now! What did
Aiden show you last night? Was it really your future?” “How can I know Martin? Don’t bullshit
me! Have I ever seen my future before?” “So it means he showed you something!
Oh my lord… How was it? Were you free, what about Alaska or what about us? We
were still friends I guess, oh I almost forgot… What about your father…” “That is enough Martin!” Jasper was
sick of Martin’s questions. He was questioning Jasper since the last night, but
Jasper couldn’t have recovered from the shock of last night. The view that
Aiden showed him was so explicit that there was no difference between the
reality. He knew no one could know the future, but he really wanted that view
to be real. He was free, he was happy and he was totally himself. “What I saw last night was the most wonderful
thing of my life, but don’t forget this Martin, no one can know tomorrow and
Aiden is just a freak.” Martin was really wondering about his
future. He didn’t care about whether Aiden was a freak or not. He wanted Aiden
to show him his future like he showed Jasper yesterday. As soon as he attempted
to Aiden for his claim, Aiden turned around, looked at Martin and he said.
“Jasper is right Martin. No one can see the future. Every single body molds
their future by their choices. What I have showed Jasper last night was just
one of life possibility. If he wants to make this real it is totally up to
him.” Martin knew what he said was right, but
he couldn’t have eased his wonder. “What would happen, if I saw one of those
beautiful possibilities?” Aiden smiled at him. “Why do you want
this?” “Because I wonder about loads of
things…” “What are you supposed to do is simple.
If you wonder, you need to live.” “If I saw a beautiful thing is waiting
for me, it would encourage me to live.” Aiden was really sick of his insistent.
“Here a spoiler for you! Loads of beautiful things are waiting for you; on the
other hand, loads of crabby things are waiting for you too. They are almost
equal. It is called life… You can be a president or stay as a prisoner; both of
them are totally possible. Just make your choices wisely and go with the flow!” Martin got sick and tired of Aiden’s
affectation. “Why do you have to be that mystery? Just touch my forehead and
show me something. It is my choice!” Aiden stared at him for long after that
he closed his eyes. He seemed to thinking about something. When he opened his
eyes back he came eye to eye with Martin, he touched his forehead and said. “So
enjoy your choices!” ***
Martin left the court house. It was
just another successful case, he saved an innocent child from accusing of a
crime that he didn’t commit. He was totally happy with the life he lives in. He
had already stopped thinking about his mistakes he made before and he started
to live in a life that includes no regret and obsession. He walked through his car;
he started it and rode to the kinder garden. He was passing streets that full
of his childhood memories. He never wanted to leave the city that he was born,
the city that he learned the life from and the city gave him the best gift that
he could take from the life. He preferred to keep on living in the city that he
belongs to. He didn’t know why, but he couldn’t have kept
himself from remembering his jail days on that afternoon. Maybe he remembered
this because of the kid he defended on the court. The cruel dead had taken poor
Walter from the life and Martin prayed every night for his dear friend to be in
a better place. Walter was not with him anymore, but the life hadn’t let him
meet Jasper and Aiden too. Maybe he learned most of the things in his life from
them in that one week. He was just a guest in the jail and his friends were
teachers of the life. Walter as a teacher of hope, belief and innocence; Jasper
as a teacher of freedom, passion and maturity; Aiden as a teacher of mystery…
He was right. The life is full of mysteries and it always changes with the
choices that you make. There was one more teacher in his life and he found that
teacher with the best choice of his life. That teacher thought him the life was
so short to get stuck in the past. There was always a possibility of a
wonderful life that waits. Just forget the past and admit when you fail… He learned
that even though running after dreams, never giving up are essential parts of
the life, he shouldn’t let his passion turn into obsession. When it turns he
could never see the other chances of the life. That night… That august night… If there
is a god above, he noted that night as Martin’s getting rid of his obsessions
night. That night granted him his last teacher of the life. Martin parked his
car in front of the kinder garden and started to wait for the bell to be
ringed. He kept on remembering that august night and all of a sudden he noticed
that his cell phone was ringing. He looked at the screen; there was the name
saved as ‘My deariest’ and numbers seems bottom of the name. The numbers he
barely saw end of that August night. The numbers that changed his life; the
numbers opened him the doors of a new possibility of the future. That august
night and the best concert of the world performed by the best rock band of the
world; The White Pigeon… Martin was graduated from his high
school. Even though that’s water under the bridge since he spent his one week
in the jail, all of his friends in the school were still talking about that
deal. He promised himself that he would never see any of them ever. He was
preparing himself to join the university. Everything was actually boring, but
it was okay for him. He tried to forget about Violet for good and keep on
living in his ritual life. There was one month to start a new life, but on an
august night he got a calling from his best high school friend for a concert
invitation. The all newly graduates of the school were going to join that
concert. It would be the last party they were going to join together. The full
of music, drugs, sex and rock’n roll… After that night everybody would let life
drag them to their destinies and go on their paths. So at this night they
wanted to see their prisoner bad a*s friend for last night. Martin didn’t want
to see any of them, but he was wondering about that band; The White Pigeon…
That band rose in very short time and became the most popular rock band of the
year. It was on the world tour and that was the last leg of the tour. It was
going to be the most spoken concert of the year. So he couldn’t keep himself
from joining that night. He made his life changing choice… The concert area was so crowded and
loud. People were getting crazy for the band. All of his friends were there,
even Violet… He tried to avoid getting eye to eye with her. His friends were
still kidding about his imprisonment days, but he tuned out. He has just focused
on the band and the alcohol. During the late hours of the night he couldn’t
have counted the bottles of beers he drank. He looked around to find his
friends, but they were disappeared. Who cares? He left himself to the rhythm of
the music. The white pigeon was playing love songs,
separation songs, freedom songs… He tried to look at the stage. The guitarist’s
solos were awesome. The view was full of blur because of the alcohol, but he
barely saw the guitarist’s silhouette. A tall muscle man with long orange hair,
messy beard that shows his face more mature and a cigarette on his mouth… Was
he Jasper? He couldn’t believe in his eyes. If he didn’t saw a day dream
because of the alcohol, he was totally Jasper. He shouted ‘You are a legend
Jasper! Keep on rocking my friend!’ The rest of the night was lapsing wonderful
after he realized Jasper was there, until he saw something. Two people were
fighting; one man and one girl. He was about to faint being drunk, loud music,
weird mood… He couldn’t focus on anything. If there was a fight maybe he just
needed to stay away, but the voice of that girl was totally familiar. He didn’t
want to believe in his ears. She was Violet! He ran through them and saw the
boy she was fighting with was her boyfriend Tom. He didn’t care about why he
ended up in jail and he punched Tom again for saving his love. Violet pulled
Martin toward herself and shouted at him. “What is wrong with you? You’re such a
psycho! Leave Tom alone!” Martin really pissed off. What was
wrong with her? He loved Violet more than everything, he ruined his entire
school life because of his love and he never worried about ending up in jail
one more time for only defending her, but she was still accusing Martin for
being bad for Tom! Tom… Such a dick boy that betrayed Violet loads of time,
never give any taste of value to her and now using violence against her due to
effect of the alcohol... “I
should ask what is YOUR problem? I loved you more than anything, I am ready to
spare my life for your love, but you act me that harsh while worshiping that
dick?” Violet slapped him in the face and
said. “You know anything neither about me nor the love.” She helped Tom to get
up and walked through the exit. Martin could have followed them, but he
preferred to stay. The concert was about to finish. They
were playing the last song. At the end of the song Jasper started to play his
guitar solo. That was an extreme solo. Martin stared at him carefully. Jasper
playing that solo was not Jasper belongs to five minutes ago anymore. That was
Jasper in his imprisonment days. That young, anarchic and wise boy; a friend of
him… Martin realized that Jasper lost himself. He was not playing that guitar;
he was like trying to destroy it. He has never heard that fast and harsh solo
in his life. The sight was not clear, but he saw red leak coming from Jasper’s
hands. Was it blood? At the end of the song Jasper hit the floor and apparently
the concert finished. Singer helped him to get up. All of a sudden something
weird happened. Jasper saw something among the audience and he jumped into
them. Now hundreds of people that got crazy for him tried catch that god of
guitar. Jasper was like running after someone and rest of people running after
him. Martin was among of them. He just wanted to get rid of that crowd. He was
struggling against crush hazard. Just before he fell down because of a drunk
running fun of Jasper, a girl caught Martin’s arm and said. “Come with me if
you want to live!” Martin ran with that lady and they
escaped from that crazy crowd. Who was that lady saved his life. He wanted to
ask. “I am Martin, if I remember it
correctly. What is yours?” “Apparently you are as drunk as me! If
I remember it well that was Plodina.” “What a weird name it is.” “Well, I am not to blame for my name…” “You are right, but you can blame me
for not seeing you for the entire night. For the entire life…” “Have you ever heard
that quote from someone? It is never too
late…” Martin and Plodina spent the last hours
of the night together. Martin went along the way to her home. They talked about
so many things, they saw their common points, and they shared their thoughts,
passions and dreams. They narrated their life stories honestly. Plodina
listened about his imprisonment days and the parts related o Violet carefully.
Plodina was going to tell him there was still life to live on and being stuck
in the past was just an obsession for him to get rid of, but when she looked at
his eyes she understood that there was no point to mention it. He had already
learnt what he needed to learn from her. Martin had never felt that happy in
his life. Every movement of Martin approached him to Plodina. Every pain he
tasted, every tear he dropped for Violet, every day in the jail and every
embarrassed moment of his life; they were just little steps for reaching her.
Every second of life that he lived was just sacrificed time for finding her. He
felt no regret about his mistakes. If even one of them was missing, he would
never meet her. All of his mistakes and choices of life were just tasks for him
to find his meaning of life. If he was not at the concert tonight or he
followed Violet instead of waiting for the end of the show or maybe if he
hadn’t been in jail he would never get to meet Plodina. And now he was the
winner for the first time. He was eye to eye with his meaning of the life. He
eased his obsessions and opened his eyes for the future. He thanked Violet for
dragging him into a searching for the meaning of the life, he thanked his
friend Jasper for helping him to run after his passions and freedom, he thanked
Walter for helping him to keep his innocence and hope, he thanked Aiden for
encouraging him for the future, he thanked his bully friends for inviting him,
he thanked The White Pigeon for the awesome music, he even thanked Tom the dick
for showing how a person can be such a dick… And finally he thanked Plodina,
but this was voiced. “Thank you Plodina. I don’t want to
lose you, if you give me your number or something.” Plodina
started to laugh loudly and said. “I bet when you wake up tomorrow you won’t be
able to remember even your name. We are both drunk, but though maybe we can
remain as sweet dreams in our thoughts. And if you consider your dream as a new
hope for brilliant future and want to make your dreams real you can reach me
from that number. You can call me in anytime, anywhere and any possibility.”
She wrote her number on Martin’s hand. She kissed him and entered her house.
After that talk Martin really get suspicious about what he experienced. Would
it be really just a dream? Even it was just a dream it didn’t matter. He
learned what he had to learn. There was still life waiting for him. When a
little light beam reached his hand he understood that the dawn was breaking.
The August night that changed his life was over. Martin looked at his hand and
tried to memorize that phone number. Tried to memorize that numbers that would
make his life wonderful… A few second passed since Martin’s phone
rang, he saw the caller “My Deariest” and her number that he already memorized
a few years ago, so he decided to pick up his phone before making her wait for
the whole day. “Hey, Plodina how are you doing?” “I am great sweetheart thank you. I
just wanted to remind you that you needed to take little Walter from his
kindergarden.” “Don’t worry honey. I am already in
front of the building. He is about to come.” “I already knew you are such a
responsible father and a lovely husband.” “Come on not a big deal honey, don’t
make me cry.” “Okay, as you wish. So I will see you
guys at dinner. Drive safely.” “Always! Love you…” “Love you too…” Finally he heard the bell that
indicates it is time for kids to leave the building. He saw his little son
running toward him. “Hello my little Walter, let’s give a
hug to your father…”
***
Martin couldn’t have said anything
after Aiden showed him. He was the happiest man in the world. He was so
surprised that he couldn’t have thought about any girl except Violet before,
but now he was longing for Plodina. He just could have thanked Aiden for
showing that future. Aiden answered sarcastically. “If I were you, I would think twice
before thanking for it. By the way I won’t be there by next morning. That place
is so narrow for me, besides there is nothing remained for me to do here, so I
don’t belong here anymore.” Aiden saw Walter’s bloody Pigeon
figure, he took it in his hands passed it to Martin and continued. “Life
is very beautiful, but too short to live in a cage… You both don’t forget
about what experienced in here, don’t
lose your hope, and don’t forget that only
the true love is really worth everything, just breathe deeply and keep on living, keep on loving… You will
face loads of struggles, you will have to do hard choices, you will get mad
among those possibilities, you will realize nothing remains the same; there are
always ups and downs because it is called
life… Just Carpe Diem!” Aiden said his last words and walked
through his bed. He closed his eyes for going on a journey to dream land or
beautiful possibilities land… Now Martin and Jasper were alone to understand
about what he wanted to tell him by saying he needed to think twice before
thanking him. The future Aiden showed him was the
best possibility that Martin could ever imagine. He wanted to ask whether all
of them would be real or not, but he already knew the answer. It was up to him…
Every little step and every little choice was going to approach him to Plodina.
When he thought about what Aiden has done to him or Jasper, it was so cruel
thing to do. The future that he watched it was the best possibility and he was
ready to do anything for reaching it, but what if he couldn’t. Reaching to
Plodina just was a deal of seconds! How could he catch her again? He needed to
wait for Jasper to create The White Pigeon. He shouted at Jasper. “Jasper, please create a rock band and
call it The White Pigeon. And please don’t forget about playing your guitar
until you cut your fingers and jump into the audience, if you don’t mind!” “I was just planning to do this since
last night, no big deal!”
So Martin realized that Aiden showed
Jasper similar things with what he showed him. How could they done that night
real? When he should have started to drink, how many bottle he needed to take,
which spot he needed to stand, when crowd started to run toward Jasper with
which velocity and through which direction he needed to run in order to find
Plodina again. F**k… The possibility for meeting her was around 1 out of
1000000000000. Aiden was trying to describe it, but both Jasper and Martin
couldn’t have understood it until that time. The life is full of surprises.
Everything can be happened every time so it is pointless to run after an
absolute deal. But now they both had to run… They didn’t want to miss the
possibility of living in a heaven. Even though the fear of missing Plodina
embraced him, he started to think; it was just another possibility that the
life is full of. No one mentioned it was the best one, besides no one mentioned
he needed to live in the best possibility. Maybe he would catch a better
possibility, who knows? Only thing he became sure about in that night was
whatever happens, the life is worth living… © 2016 Kay BeaverAuthor's Note
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