If tomorrow never comes

You see his lifestyle had been bothering him for a while now not that he was complaining but he thought a change would serve him just fine. A number of guys labeled him a loner much of an introvert kind of a person, as much as there was some degree of truth in the loner tag, he damn well knew that he was many a thing but not an introvert. Switching between personalities was something he did with great ease; he could be the perfect companion if he wanted to, the forlorn fellow whom not many wanted to associate with, this humorous being who left people in stitches, a very indoor person………and the list was endless.

Lately he had been taking stock about his life; thinking, reflecting and contemplating. It occurred to him that he had actually not been in any serious relationship worth mentioning, a few hits here and there and lasting no more than 3 months even with the casuals. He was well past his three zero age and not even a kid out of wedlock, not even a potential baby mama in his life.

Being an architect that he was, a good one at that, he always argued that his sketches came out perfect with no disturbance around, meditation songs became his new love, a few X-rated DVDs here and there to take a brother to the ahh…..ohh.....yeah world kept him going and before he realized it days had turned to months, and months to years with nothing and no one to call his own, no girl in his life that he could share anything with, no heart to heart friends only ‘em chedder in the account that now were becoming less useful……. He had siblings but they were not so tight either, he attributed all this to his current lifestyle which was mostly being indoors and thus the need to change it to reconnect again with the world.

A change of wardrobe would be the start and a tour to the mall would just be the perfect place to sample varieties before having his favorite cup of cappuccino later on at the Java joint. 

  

“That blue shirt really does look nice on you “the lady attendant commented after he had tried a few outfits….. Even before he could reply he noticed a lot of commotion and strange noises,…….were those gun shots? He couldn't tell but a feeling of something awfully wrong filled the air….

“Ohh no, you are bleeding” he told the lady attendant and that’s when it hit him, something dreadful was happening; piercing screams could be heard all over, women were wailing, gunshots reigned the air, blood flowed freely and lifeless bodies just lay there…..God, what the %*#$ is happening…….??

He could hear voices, voices devoid of compassion, humanity had been stripped off them, no this is not a typical robbery, he thought to himself, it’s something deeper, something more dreadful, and something that took away his bravery. He dragged the bleeding lady to the fitting room, the blue shirt still on his hand. “Ohh no, jeez you are losing a lot of blood, the lady was slowly slipping to unconsciousness, he took his blue shirt and tied it across the lady’s chest in the hope that it will stop blood from gushing forth. The bullet had gone straight to her rib cage, she could barely breath, only whistling sound came out, it was obvious she wasn't going to make it out alive…….”this is not the way I had envisaged changing my lifestyle, if only I had stayed indoors”! But alas!

His heart pounding against his chest and too scared to leave the fitting room, the lifeless body lying against his chest;  he reached for his phone, went through his contacts but couldn't find even a single soul to text his ordeal. The current lifestyle had left him with no close friend other than the roadside acquaintances that he didn’t engage past the first hello, his siblings were not in the city either, anyway texting any of them that his life was in danger was the last thing he wanted to do, then it sadly struck him that should the bullet blow away his brains out any moment now, no one was going to notice that he was missing, not his workmates – he was on his annual leave, not his neighbors-he barely knew them  and he couldn't remember ever talking to any of them. Loneliness seemed to pierce him more than the melee that existed around him, the thought that no one would be concerned enough to notice his disappearance made the fear of death so real, the thought of his body lying in that fitting room; lifeless with no one laying claim to it almost drove him mad.

 Ohh God, Please I do not want to die, not today, not now and certainly not a loner, please help me through this, give me just one more chance, I swear just one more chance to make it right with myself, with my family and with my friends, just one more chance to make it right with you before I flip over to the next world…….

Sound of heavy boots cut his train of thoughts short, he peeped through the dangling curtain only to notice a heavily armed man, he couldn’t see his eyes but his physique was manly, he stepped forward to towards the fitting room, guns’ nozzle pointed towards him, “what’s the name of Prophet Mohammed’s mother”? The voice retorted. He had no idea what the dude was asking…………..only darkness followed afterwards……only darkness…..and more darkness………..

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……”No”, the nurse replied, we are yet to identify him. “No one has paid him a visit so far”………..

                                                              Then he went into a comatose