Two days later

MARLEY is the last word I heard from Jaime. I was taken away from him, from a normal world full of happiness and dragged into a world of depression, darkness and no sympathy what’s so ever. The men with black jackets had taken me from Jaime and had tortured him more than enough.

I was left alone with no one to talk to. But I was fed and taken care of.

One dull grey day, I was on the balcony of the black jacket men’s house, sitting on a bench looking down onto the street outside their house, their house was about a few mitres high from the ground, high enough so no one could climb up to get onto the balcony but low enough so that one could climb down from it. While I was looking down I suddenly heard a big bang coming from down the street, I looked to see what is was, a bunch of guys started running away from something, I thought to myself, they probably robbed a bank or something, but as I looked at the scenario that was occurring I saw that they were not black jackets but ordinary men who looked like a gang, all wearing hoodies. While I was still looking at them running across the street one of the guys looked up and stared straight at me, I was petrified, he just looked at me but he still kept on running, finally he was out of view.

As soon as the gang was out of view I heard another bang but this time it was followed by a yell of pain. I looked further over the balcony and just barely saw a middle aged man being tied up onto a poll by a bunch of teenagers who looked like they were up to no good. The man looked like he was too weak and drunk to even care or escape. I quickly came to a conclusion but didn’t know if I should put my plan into action. As I looked at the man who was being tied up and helpless, I thought to myself, should I climb down and help save the man and maybe also get tied up myself or should I be selfish and stay up here watching?

As I carefully climbed down the wall of the balcony, I thought to myself, this was mistake a big mistake. I jumped down from the wall and conveniently saw a worn out baseball bat. I grabbed the bat and started heading towards the scenario. I yelled, “Hey! What do you think you’re doing?”

“None of your business girl,” one of the men replied back. He had a very thick American accent.

“If you don’t stop hurting this poor man, then I will tell the black jackets about you and you don’t want to get them involved do you?” I asked rhetorically.

The guys all stared at me in shock. The slowly backed away and started running away whilst yelling something I think was, “I can’t take any of these jokes!”

As soon as they were far way, I went to aid the poor man. He looked fairly normal except he looked extremely dirty, he was wearing an old patched up long coat, which looked about 50 years old and a rum bottle in the left hand. I untied the rope from his hands and as soon as I did that he stumbled forward, just saying he looked homeless.

“Are you okay Sir?” I asked

“Yesss, I’m fine. I didn’t neeed your help in the first placee!” he said, his voice was very slurred from the alcohol.

“Well you kind of did, you were going to get tied to the poll with no way to escape”

“Thanksss  anywayy!” he said.

“No problem Sir”

“No, no pleaseee call me Dave,” he said

“Ok, hi Dave my name is Marley” I replied. “I think you have had way too much to drink” “I think you need to sit down because you look like you are going to collapse,” I told him.