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Mike Nurgent was yet another symbol of American youth gone bad. Coming from a home where both parents worked tirelessly to keep the family a float and in a home. Mike fell between the cracks. It wasn't that the parents didn't care it was that they were just too busy. Mike had endless unsupervised time on his hands and those hands eventually got busy with drugs. By the time Mike was a sophomore in high school he had a 100 dollar a day methamphetamine habit and a booming drug businessmen to support it. But a successful drug dealer can't go unnoticed and when you are busy running a business other things fall off. Mike's first blimp on the radar screen was when the grades started to fall and attendance right behind that. The schools first attempts to informed the parents where met with denial. When the Metro police departments drug enforcement squad crushed in the front door of their home and hauled Mike off in handcuffs along with about 10'000 dollars worth of drugs. The harshness of the reality of what was going on with their son slammed into them like a freight train. It took everything they had to secure a bond to get him released and was only able to secure that with a bond on their home. Mike showed little remorse when he was released from the county jail. Instead of leaving with his parents he ran off. The drug was calling him and nothing would stand in his way to get it.
After several attempts to obtain the drugs and being unsuccessful Mike was becoming desperate. His head was hurting and he was covered in perspiration. His thinking was irrational and all he could think of was getting high and how to get the money to do that. It was well after midnight and his delirious walking had carried him into an old residential neighborhood. He became acutely aware of the many different colored lights on the houses as he stumble by. The fact that it was the holiday season had very little significant meaning to him. He wanted the pain to go away and he wanted to go away now. As he turned the corner at the end of the side walk he immediately became aware that it was not lit up at all and that they was only two houses on this street. One of the houses had a for rent sign stuck ominously in the front yard. While the other had a wheelchair ramp attached to the front porch. The house was dark with no signs of life. Mike's was already walking behind the house before his mind had formulated a plan as to how to break in. His mind was not rational and the cravings for his drug was controlling every move he made. Picking up a flowerpot left on the back step he slammed it through the window of the back door. Reaching in he found the latch, unlocked it and stepped in.
The darkness in the room was as if you were looking into a bottle of ink and a smell of staleness that clogged his nostrils causing him to cough and suck in air through his mouth. He stumble in the dark bumping into a chair of the kitchen table, cursing he prodded forward finding the door casing. Running his hands along its side until he found the light switch. Its click was louder than the chair he had fell into. But worse than that nothing happen. No explosion of light that normally would cause him to shade his sensitive eyes that where blood red from the the withdrawals he was experiencing. " The powers been off now for two months" said a voice that seemed to be magnified by the dark. It surprised Mike so much that he stumbled backward falling over the chair and landing squarely on his butt. A lone beam of light reached through the darkness. Like a finger probing to find a ticklish spot on a child the light flickered all around never settling on one spot. The voice rang out again, " here's a flashlight it will help you find your way in the dark. I don't have know need for it. I am blind." Mike scrambled to his feet and for a moment stood disbelieving what his ears were hearing. " go on take it, its all that I have. That's what your here for isn't it to steal something". The light was moving toward him now in a slow jerking motion and as it became closer Mike could see the outline of a person sitting in a wheelchair. " If you came here to kill me. Please do it quickly will you. There is nothing more for me here on this earth and you would be doing me a favor as well as my so called family" . The mans voice of old and had a shake in it. Mike's realized he needed to swallow and as he did it felt a slight pain as the dryness disappeared. " I don't want to hurt you. I need money. Do you have any?" The answer was slow in coming. " I already told you I have nothing." The voice then became a shout. " Kill by god and be done with it." Mike's mind was spinning and he did not want to be in this room with this man who keeps insisting that Mike kill him. " Who the hell are man! Why do you want to die so bad for?" " I have nothing to live for" the voice answered. Mike thought for a second and then he said, " there is always something man, even the slightest thing can make it worth living for." In that moment Mike heard his own words and realized all the pain and grief he had caused his parents and how he had let his life waste away. He started thinking of ways of how he could right the wrongs he had done. He was so mystified and overcome by the feeling of goodness that he was feeling he never noticed the blue flashing lights reflecting through the windows and onto the walls. As the officer entered through the kitchen door Mike smiled at him and reached out his hands to be arrested. Mike turned his head and said " thanks mister you may not know it but you saved my life tonight " The arresting officer asked? " who you talking to" Mike looked about somewhat puzzled saying " why the man in the wheel chair that lives here". " Boy you must really be high. There has been no one in this house for years". laughed the officer. Mike laughed too! For he knew that he have been saved by the Christmas Spirit.

good story easy .. really good .. did you write it ?? cause if you did it would make a great christmas movie ..

Wow.

Thanks Frenchie....yes its one of my short stories .....

WOW back at ya Mizvic

Easy you continue to amaze !
That was very good.

lovely story, amazing....

Great story Easy.

You always make me say "Oh Wow", I love your poems and stories. Thanks again Easy.

Merry Xmas to all of you! and have a Wonderful New Year.

LLuvia.