Nightmare In Roseburg
please be aware the stories on this Blog Of Mine are True Therefore the names have been changed to protect the innocent.
As I looked at my watch I noticed several hours had gone by. I couldn't find Andrew, the more I looked the more time seemed to fly by and the weirder looking the transients began to look. Andrew had always been shy and clean cut but since he'd become involved with the drug scene his appearance had fallen down to the normal looking apparel that you eventually aquire from that kind of life. I cry real tears when I think of him because I know it isn't the kind of life he wants.
Dad died last july and can't help Andrew anymore. Mom claims to be Christian and needs to conform to tough love and not help him at all. It's something I simply don't believe in.
I went to the local spots where I knew he hung around with what he called "friends", but these "friends" were interested in nothing but his disability check that came in the mail the first of every month. I walked to the river and followed the path beneath the bridge where most of the transients congregated when it was cold and rainy. As I walked around the bird park where several transients were hanging out around a drum, burning what little wood they could find, I saw a couple of transients jumping into a dumpster that sat close by. It was their way of getting out of the rain where it wasn't so cold, and a great place to hide from the police.
Soon I see a man turning the corner at a really fast pace. I was sure it was Andrew, my brother. I stopped him by calling out to him. Turning his head, looking my way, he seemed to recognize me, but continued walking at a fast pace. Something was up, I could tell just by the way he was acting. I began to be excited and feared for him at the same time. That was the last I saw him that night. While he was walking away I was startled by a voice in the night saying "There he is! Get him, Joe"!
I ran up to Stephens and Pine Streets where the fight was going down, but I couldn't make out who was fighting. Hoping I could make out who they were chasing, all I could see were several men beating another man, kicking, punching and stomping him. Still, I couldn't tell if it was Andrew or not. I kept looking for him all night. I found people all over town, exactly the kind I didn't want anything to do with. The only things these people were looking for were drugs, alcohol, or your clothes; and they'd kill for what ever it was they wanted.
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3 comments:
Stopping by through the April Monthly Mingle. Very well written. I'm assuming this is a true story from your life?
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Yes it is a true story but some of the characters names have been changes along with a few various places. Thanks for your comment Karen.
How long ago was this? Good story. ~April
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