On the Livingstone Village, flies were sometimes the first indication that someone had died yet as the old house, with its wildly overgrown garden was silent, secretive that the whole family had been cursed since there was a strange wailing sound coming from the next room. “Tell me it’s not true. Say it’s just a story” cried a woman’s voice who echoed within the empty shell of the house.
Standing by the empty overgrown house was an observer who was from a native american tribe; to which new everyone’s story one way or another in the village by living on the outskirts in the woods, people would nod or great them or sometimes would avoid them if there was a notice on the board by them with a warning. The news however broke out when they all heard what happened to two of the Borthwright couple who had once lived there.
So did y’ hear the story of the Borthwright couple as like each other as two new pins of which two different wombs born on the exact same day; yet how did one know would meet a Kennedy member would die, one knew what she was letting herself in for. Have you never hear how they both died never knowing that their eldest son also died; yet their three triplets were going to save the world, until the day that they died and when a mother cried my own dear family lie slain.
An did y’ never hear of the mother that was so cruel who brought the monster into the world; there’s a stone placed in her heart then trying to bring herself on to confess that she played this part, now come judge for yourselves how two mothers played this part. As one holds a newspaper with the two latest victims pictures on the front of the newspaper and one cried in the living room floor back at the house as we stood inside.
As both of their voices echoed in the winds and the walls the exact same words. The exact same day. Tell me it’s not true just say it’s just a story in a book or something on the news. Yet tell me it’s not true though it’s here before me; say it’s just a freaky dream, say it’s just a scene from an old movie that I use to watch many years ago.
Say it’s some clowns in a circus two players in the limelight to bring the curtain down. Say it’s just two who couldn’t even get their lines right; even if it’s just a show on the radio, so could turn over and start again and laugh again. Just tell me it’s not true say it’s only a dream that I dreamt all those years ago and the morning will come soon.
You didn’t mean it. Say you were pretending and it wasn’t the end of their lives. Just kill me instead save the innocent people; like in the old movies from years ago; say it’s just a dream and the morning will come soon, tell me as I am your mother that it’s not true. Just tell me as a parent that you didn’t mean it; so I can forgive you from the bottom of my heart, just tell me it was the pretend and it will all come to the end. I’ll take your pain away.
The most vivid memories of this village is how swiftly those who’ve made a pact can over look the fact that we can just get over the horrible deaths but then wish the reckoning could of been delayed. Yet a debt is a debt and must be paid. Yet do we blame the superstition for crime came to pass or could it be what we have come to know as the class of two innocent couple. Did you ever wonder hear how the triplets come orphans just at the age of three? Like each other has three new pins. Where both parents were born exact same day, one son born on another day and all three died on the self exact same day.
On the anniversary of every year there’s always a full moon shining and a joker is in the pack; the dealers dealt the cards but won’t take them back yet there’s a black stalking around in the next village, and a woman who’s so afraid that there’s no point of getting off without a price being paid. Maybe if you had your fingers crossed it would all be just a game and then no one wouldn’t have lost. Yet there was always a woman standing in the door way of the Borthwright’s house her dress was faded and her shows worn out like she was still alive but people knew who it was. Every time the anniversary came up.
As the dream faded, she chased it, forlorn she was so tired of telling the officers who didn’t understand her that everything that found out about her was a lie. Her body was bruised, fragile and she hadn’t had anything to eat for days. She was getting sick now hoping that her big brother would come and save her now. Wished she had invited him to come with her all along now; being her she wish she didn’t want her big brother protecting her all the time, nor his security team tagging along but she only found out that one of the security personal had been following her this whole time. He tried to help her when all this happened he watched helplessly as the door closed behind her.
Across the other side of the country of Dubai an email had sprung up on the Crown Prince Sheikh Hamdan phone to which had urgent on the subject; the email address didn’t look familiar but as he opened it up that’s when he knew that it was from his long lost best friend, who he had thought been killed in a helicopter or something as he went missing himself. He read the email but he didn’t recognise the girl or remembered his friend having a sister.
Yet Hamdan could see the resemblance within her looks of beauty that she was the sister of his long best friend. The long wavy hair coming down to her shoulders, eyes shone blue, make up neatly done and a beautiful smile. Hamdan really didn’t expect her to be in trouble if she had a brother who was millionaire; he did think why the hell did she not take some of her brother’s security or have her brother come with her, those sort of questions bothered him the most to be honest. When he read more on the matter he was even more shocked that the beautiful lady in the picture suffers from anxiety, anorexia and depression since his long lost friend’s father had passed away many years ago in the helicopter crash. That’s what now made sense to Hamdan they published the wrong Robert on the news.
Hamdan got up ran to his fathers office; he knew that he shouldn’t be disturbing his father in a important meeting, but this was huge if his father didn’t step in right that instant. As he burst in his father looked over with a grey look across his face like his health was playing up but actually he looked like he had seen a ghost.
“Hamdan. Can you deal with this one please.” Asked his father like he was going to be sick at any moment.
“Yes father” exclaimed Hamdan
Hamdan managed to pull strings once he got to the prison. When all of the prison guards were frightened of the royals were brought in to solve some cases. They soon realise that they had the wrong person and that they had the daughter of the kings best friend Robert Senior Mason.
There was a load banging knock on her cell door. She wasn’t too sure if it was the knock that had woken her; there were people coming in she woke up trying to scream, thinking that she was going to get another beating from the officers but there was a familiar voice and strong scent that she remembered. “Danny” she croaked. “It’s okay I’m here along with Prince Hamdan” he soothes her as he carried her out. The sun beamed made her scrunch her eyes up which prompted Hamdan to put his spare glasses on her eyes to block the sunlight.
Once they arrived at the palace everyone rushed to their aid but soon realised that it set Melissa off thinking that she entered into another prison. Everyone backed away Danny the security guard managed to calm her down; Prince Hamdan and Danny took Melissa to the furthest chambers (bedroom) from everyone else, they made sure no one was allowed to go in unless they had permission or the doctor. The first thing that Melissa wanted to do was have a bath and have clean clothes. To which Prince Hamdan took it into his pride that he will fetch some clothes for her; more likely someone else will get them, whilst the doctor will come and attend to give her a look over.
A helping young lady who works for the royal family became her maid; she helped gently into the bath, also helped gently was her to get rid of the dirt and mud she had endured in the prison cell. Once the clothes had arrived Melissa wobbled a bit but the maid quickly but gently propped her up; they both smiled at each other like they were reassuring each other that everything was going to be fine, as they came out of the bathroom into the room Melissa looked at Danny and Prince Hamdan. Danny looks at her with a big smile on his face like “that’s the girl I know” Hamdan stood still with amazement that the girl who he had to go and save turned into a beautiful lady.
He didn’t really realise that he was being spoken to by the maid until she was up close with Melissa trying to get her on the bed. “Excuse me your highness. Miss Mason needs to rest.” She said patiently “oh of course she does. I’m sorry I’ll move at the way”
As Melissa fell asleep as you the doctor had arrived; she had to wake up again to be examined, it wasn’t before long that she was allowed to go to sleep but as Melissa was settling down again on the bed, the doctor wanted to a private word to Danny however he was hovering for a bit and looked at Melissa. The maid could sense the worry of leaving Miss Mason on her own; she touched his arm for reassurance she had spoken in english “Prince Hamdan and I will stay with Miss Mason until you sort things out with the doctor” Prince Hamdan realised what was happening when everyone was looking at him for a response.
“Yes of course and inform Mr Mason what’s happening as well. Saeed will take you to a private room to which you can involve Mr Mason as well.” Answered Hamdan
Both men left Hamdan sat in the corner of the room but near the to the bed just doing some bits and pieces; every murmur, every whimper, every little cry that Melissa made it would make him stop what he was doing and he would become anxious. He knew that she was having nightmares but he couldn’t touch her or protect her from them.
As few days passed Melissa was sitting up talking and etc. There was something not quite about the window that Melissa didn’t like; as she got out of her bed she went over pulling over a silky dressing gown by the time she got to the window she wrapped it around her, she then noticed in the distance in the sand dunes on the line a few heavy military facing the palace.
Melissa had started to have a panick attack she ran out of her room; running passed the maid, Danny and Saeed ignoring their calls after her, she got to Hamdan’s room knocking loudly with panic sound. Hamdan opened the door to which he found her standing there crying without any prompting she wrapped her arms around him. Hamdan wrapped his arms around like she had accepted him touching her.
In her sobs he could make out the words that sounded like the military is here on the outskirts on the sand dunes. He froze as he still holding her he knew she hadn’t done wrong why are they still after her. Hamdan saw Saeed and inform his father that there’s a heavy presence around the palace. Saeed knew what he meant he rushed the direction of the Kings office.
As everyone congregated into one of the special chambers if any reason the palace was under attack they would be safe in there. It felt like hours to them sitting waiting for the attack that was coming due to the fact the whole security was in there as well with the equipment keeping an eye on things.
Princess Hinda mother to Hamdan cradled Melissa knowing that she was afraid of what might come about of this; Hinda was reassuring her that Hamdan and Mohammad was sorting it out once and for all, she just need to be patient and remain calm. Hinda looked over to her husband Mohammad he had soon realised that he was also afraid; he caught his wife’s eye he knew what she was thinking, he felt the hope and bravery from her when he use to be scared when he took on the role.
She saw him put his arm around his son Hamdan and said very loudly so everyone can hear them with the most encouraging thing that he could say to everyone but making sure that Hamdan knew that they were going to do this together. There was complete silence around them Hinda smiled like she knew Hamdan needed his dad more than anything in the world. After loosing someone who he lost once before and wanted to protect his best friends sister from this horrible thing that was happening in their country to which they didn’t even know that it was happening.
All of the sudden the walls had started to shake around them; the security both Hamdan and Mohammad looked at the screens they could see more soldiers on ground but they were protecting the palace, they heard footsteps running on the roof gun shots firing, tanks appearing and then all of the sudden a familiar voices that Hamdan knew straight away.
“Hamdan…I repeat Hamdan are you there” called the first voice. Hamdan picked up the walkie talkie that he use to have when he had training in Sandhurst Army training in England. ‘Caspian…I repeat Caspian. Hamdan is here copy over” “Caspian to Hamdan. We have lowered Rob is down on the roof with lots of cover to protect you; get someone to let Rob in and he has a few people with him to cover the inside whilst he attends to his sister over”
Hamdan was thinking both Caspian and Robert Jr were on a suicide mission or something. “For god sake Hamdan do you copy” appeared another voice “yes I copy….I’ll go and let them in straight away. Just be careful Caspian Cristian. Over” Mohammad wouldn’t let Hamdan go alone he was going to go with him along with Saeed and Danny to go and them.
It wasn’t long before they had arrived back Robert came in first Melissa looked up when the doors opened; she saw her big brother coming to rescue her finally she got up from the floor, ran over to her big brother and gave him a massive big hug. Crying in his arms he whispered “it’s over. It’s over now. I promise”
Skies are crying as I am watching in the middle of the country side catching a tear drops in my hands; only the silence had started to settle like it was never ending like we had never had a chance, do you have to make me feel like there’s nothing left of me? When I cry out in pain and your not there to save me it feels like you could take everything that I have along with break everything I like I’m made of glass or paper; go on and try to tear me down because I will be rising from the ground like a skyscraper, as the smoke clears I’m awaken and see you untangle me from you.
Would it make you feel better to watch me while I’ll bleed all my windows are broken; as I walk in our house walking on all the broken glass just go run, run, run away from this because I’m going stay right here as I watch you disappear. Yes it’s along way down but I am closer to the clouds up here.
Yet I will not make the same mistakes that you because I will not let myself because my heart has had so much misery; I will not break the way you did you tell so hard I had to learn the hard way to not let it get that far, because of you I never to far as a stray from the footpath I learned to play on the safe side so I don’t get hurt. Yet I find it hard to trust not only myself but everyone around me because of you I am so afraid. I loose my way and it’s not to long before you point it out that I can’t cry anymore as I’ve gone so cold that I’ve died inside, the way you look at me with your eyes I can see the weakness inside me.
I’m forced to fake a smile. I was forced to laugh everyday of my life as my heart can’t possibly break when it wasn’t whole to start with. You never knew I watched you die as you saw me going up into the sky; you knew that I heard you cry every night in your sleep yet I was so young, you should of known better to lean on me you just saw your paint and now I cry in the middle of the night in heaven for the same damn thing.
Because of you I wasn’t so far from the sidewalk. I learned to play on the safe side so I don’t get hurt yet I’m trying to forget everything because I don’t let anyone else in as I’m too ashamed of my life because it’s so empty. Yet because of you I am afraid.
My head is always under the water you watch everyone laugh seeing me drowning; you hear them tell me to breathe easy for a while but yet the breathing gets harder even I know that there’s no room for me to cope as much, yet you know I’m terrified but it’s too soon to show it and I put a fake smile and put my fake confidence on showing that I’m happy holding your hands knowing that I’m actually fine. I’m unusually hard to hold on to when I push you away.
I know when I’m sad and can’t cope I just stare blanking at the pages as they stare blank to me; there’s no easy way to say this you mean well but you make this so hard on me, yet I’m not going to write you a love story because you asked for it or because you need one and you will see that I’m not going to write a love story because you tell me it’s make or break in this I know you’re on you’re way. If you all have is leaving me standing alone not knowing what’s going on; I’ll write how I feel in this love story because you don’t seem to realise the attention between us, I chose things to ignore and be with you in supporting you in everything you do. Yet I always learn the hard way because they all say the same things you want to hear and my heavy heart sinks deep down under your pain of my mistakes that you still love me even when we are both mad at each other.
Just seeing you with her around you just makes more of an insult not to me but to your mother and the country because we get left high and dry. Yet you convinced me to please you thinking that I needed this too but I’m trying to let you hear me as I am; you promised me you’ll leave the light on to help me see you with the daylight on as my guide had gone, because I believe there’s away you can love me because I say so because I’ve walked the seven seas for you today.