Dawn by Night: Section 2

The actors arrive.

Rishi Kothari
Framtida
2 min readNov 2, 2018

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A fire is here.

Sirens are approaching, creating a sense of danger.

Water is sprayed from every axis.

Humans rush in and out, in apparent confusion.

That was 1.25 years ago. As I said earlier, I’m not capable of having any permanent memories, but there are always some things that I keep with me over the years, in between the times that the man has come. I’m still waiting for him to come. When will he arrive?

“How did this happen?”

“I don’t know, I thought you had it under control!”

“Is he okay?”

“Hmm…”

“Oh no.”

Voices are heard, almost in front of me, but not quite there. I can hear them from behind a wall.

Someone new walks in, their footsteps thundering.

“Who is responsible for this?”

“We … we don’t know, sir”

“Are any of you planning on finding out?”

“Sir, yes sir.”

“Then go find out, before we will have to figure out what happened to your bodies.”

Of course, I never found out who he was, and was the last I ever heard that voice. However, as I was to realize soon, that voice was going to come back into my life, just not through hearing.

Anyways, back to 1.25 years ago, specifically 4 hours after where we left off, at 9:30 pm.

“We found something.”

“Come again?”

“We found … it.”

“It?”

“Him.”

“You’ve got to be kidding.”

Footsteps are heard exiting the room. It is now 10:00 pm.

It is 10:45 pm.

Footsteps are coming back in. The voices seem mixed between sad and agitated, and are indecipherable.

It is 10:55 pm.

Soft whispers fill the eerie blackness.

“What’s going to happen?”

“It’s for the best.”

“No. No. I can’t.”

It is 11:00 pm.

Gunshots are heard.

Silence.

It is 8:00 am, the next day.

Thumps are heard.

10 minutes later, at 8:10 am, an odd sound is made, like objects being dragged across a surface.

Silence.

Since then, I’ve tried to find those voices again, to no avail. I’ve also been trying to figure out what happened that day, which I thought was impossible after a couple of months. Fortunately, my life was tipped over once again, forcing one thing, which I thought was gone forever, back into reality.

Hoping this is still the present,

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