I stood trembling with fear the dark room that no comfort was found, haunted me I could cry but who would see I was all alone, to my own account with only the words that floated through my mind to comfort me. My head swelled with anger. I prefer the dark it was my element, my mind had adapted to it now. I let all my emotions out in there as if I was a nocturnal savage but yet I do not make a sound. If walls could talk who better to understand my frustration, I am a man who is a shadow of his expectations I cannot persevere, expectations haunt me.

My family our in the room next to me held at Gun point the bruits do not hear my thoughts or my footsteps. In my mind I hear blurs of prayers asking me to save them. I am closer than they think. As my family knelt on the kitchen floor there cry’s burry my heart with sorrow I am drowning in guilt .Screams of pain and coughs of blood violently, continuously bang at my ears!! , who can hear my suffering, no one. As I swallow in self pity, the fact that I do not have enough courage to save my flesh and blood from death. Or that the fact that the love of my life means so little to me that I will not even attempt! To save her.

Soon a light in darkness appears, my idea is to ring my house phone as a distraction and rescue my family as the bruit criminals unplug my phone receiver my actions our guided by time, the battery on my cell has no bars time could be out for both of us. Surely if I call the police, sirens, bright lights, will allow the criminals to feel they way I fell.

 Scared, confused, but they could act in a mad rush there mind will go blank there gun goes bang. My Family could die a risk I could not take. So I call the house phone it ring as each ring goes pass my heart skips a beat, faster and faster the adrenalin pumped violently in my veins which each ring I felt I was closer to dying.  The machine answers “the person you have called is not here right now please leave a message after the beep” “beep” to my relief I hear the 3 criminals leave to find the house phone dock. My family cried before when the bruit criminals were there but know my wife expressed herself in ways no tears could, I felt her soul scared, she prayed for my arrival her heart bled to see my face. She could not cry no more her body would not allow her, all I can hear is groans of discretion.

Suddenly I felt my heart break what do I have to lose I need to let her know that I tried everything in my power to save her. For one more time I needed to see her face to tell her I love her. My hand firmly griped the brass handle of my cupboard door where I had hidden myself a tear rolled down my cheek not because of the fate that was to become of me if I left. But because I was such a coward worse than those men that held guns at my family. They would rightfully save those they loved. More than life I was a neither selfish being nor human or animal my spine shrunk, my belly yellowed, I should die!! They should be here and I should be there If they knew where I was the shame would allow me to fell no better than thieves and a man with no honour. Even the father lion would protect the young from enemies; I am less than a being.  . I removed my hand from the cold brass door handle that once my hand had grip so tightly in motion...