I TRIED TO SAVE THEM by Trevor Brown #trevorbrown
I looked down at the back of my wrist there was a swelling, I didn't recall being bitten. I looked up and I was besides my colleagues coming out of a bar. Bar, wait I don't drink. I am getting my senses about me and feel a gun holstered at my waist near my back and in the center of my back feels like a handcuff case. I pat my left breast and feel what must be a badge and identification, I never take it out, I never look at it. Looking at my friends one who is now calling my name, that I never hear I realize they are also packing weapons and handcuffs, poorly concealed under suit jackets. I am law enforcement?
I don't have a moment to consider this before we are piling into a car and heading somewhere. I remember leaving for the destination I didn't remember arriving as we pile out of the car and head up the long winding stairs of this clearly residential home in this clearly suburban neighborhood. But weren't we just drinking or something I detect no alcohol on my breath but it doesn't seem like we would be on duty after coming from a bar.
The three of us knock on the door a small boy answers. I'm guessing we're here for some kind of domestic dispute which doesn't seem right we seem like we handle different kinds of cases. The next thing I know I am disarming what must have been the young boy's father I'm also speaking into an earpiece about subduing the suspect.
That confusion again my body had muscle memory in how I meticulously wrestled the weapon from the assailant and had him on the ground on his belly before he could even blink. When did I get this training? I am a... I can't seem to recall what I really am supposed to be, but I understand that we have radioed for back up. I get the perpetrator to his feet and hand him off to my partner. I see patrol cars pulling up I holster my gun and reach for my badge which is now to the left of my navel. I'm holding it up as I yell to the officers federal agent!
That confusion again, I'm not only a law enforcement officer I am a federal agent, when did this happen? Then my instinct kicks in, the arriving officers don't seem to be friendlys they are parking their cars in a way that is expecting resistance, their guns are out and pointed at me. I step back inside and call to my nameless faceless partners, this can't be right. I have drawn my own weapon in instinct and fear, I hold it down by my side as I speak into my earpiece about the change in the situation. Who am I speaking to?
Time has moved forward again and someone who looks like a Sargent is coming towards me from the interior of the house. How the fuck did he get in here between my partners and I we had all the exits covered. I reach for my gun which is holstered again. It seems the situation has deescalated but every thing is wrong. There wasn't any incident our assailant is no longer restrained it seems like nothing has happened here, but why are we here. I am sure someone was in danger.
Time slips again and my partners and I are walking down a street heading toward a bar, we can hear some guys coming out as we arrive but they are already in their car by the time we arrive we pass an adult version of the little boy we had seen earlier his distinguishing eyes remind me of Jared Leto, but he can't be the same kid we just saw.
We are walking up a darkened street I'm a bit jumpy by a night jogger I reach for my gun. I looked down at the back of my wrist there was a swelling, I didn't recall being bitten. I'm sitting at my desk writing, I save what I'm doing and go back to bed. @ellowrites @ello #writing #dreams