He sat at the end of the bar, with his chair resting on the wall, his table was empty; as he has not ordered any drink since he walked in. His gaze fixed at the door, as he watched people come in and out of the bar. one would think he was waiting for someone. This was his routine for the past two years; he walk's into this very bar , orders a plate of ishewu along with so many beer , that makes him so intoxicated he barely remembers his name when leaving. It was his way of Relieving himself of the day stress
But that all changed after the accident two weeks ago. Now he walks into the bar, takes a seat and watch every one come in and go out. Then leave at the end of the night
But today was different;
today the prettiest woman he has ever seen just walked into the bar. Her hair fell nicely on her back , her eyes filled with life and her perfect shaped body poured perfectly into the red gown she wore .
He never wished he could talk to someone as much as he did today. He wished he could walk up to her and tell her how beautiful she was. And if that was too big to ask; if only she could just look at his direction and give him a smile. This was the first time in two weeks he felt something. He could feel the sadness in his heart rise as he recall the night of this accident two weeks ago. He wished he could cry a little,
Then the impossible happened.
She turned to his direction and smiles
"this shouldn't be Happening, how is she seeing me " he thought to himself. A rush of fear and confusion fell on him . this Was the first time someone in two week stared at him.
She waved at him and he waved back , but he could not stop thinking how in Gods name was she seeing him,
He watched in astonishment as she walked over to his table and sat across.

"can I buy you a drink ?" he spoke in a cracking voice trying to start a conversation.

"I don't think you can" smiling as she replies

"I guess you are right, I can't "

"You look more surprise than impressed" she spoke in a very soft tone "is this the first time a girl is walking up to you"

He smiled and replies" actually yes , but this is also the first time in two week someone can actually see me "

Looking unbotherd, she replies,

"and why is that so "

A little bit hesitant but he replied
" because am dead , I died two weeks ago, in a car crash"

He could see she broke out a smile

" am not joking , am for real "

"I know you're not, Alex "

" I don't remember telling you my name "

"You did not have to;
come with me Alex " she stood up and turned to leave ,
"the others are waiting"

sedutrice:

You are afraid of people's opinion

How ?

its being five years since I came down here ,and i honestly still don't know what am doing here . they say it's okey to be lost , but i have being lost for so long , the road now feels like home .
i wake , eat , go to class , read , sleep ; then repeat the whole routine the next day. my life is more of a cliché, trapped in a little box .
school make's me feel dumb, but when i write a feel different. with just a pen i could create a whole new world , go back in time , then to the future , express myself in my own words. it's hard to not feel lonely in a world always faced down on a screen. A thousand friends online but no one you really feel safe to talk to; scrolling and stalking each other all day waiting for moments to type " happy birthday or R.I.P.
writing brings me out of all that . it makes me feel like i have a friend and a true connection with that person at the end of my note pad (cause this is where i pour out all emotions).
to escape being tagged boring & introverted , i occasionally jump on trends ,try to go out more , sometimes get so wasted i can't remember the night before , just to check the cool box . But if am honest with you that shit still makes no difference, cause i still see that look in their eyes .the look that says"he's not worth it ","he has nothing upstairs". i can't blame them though. society has set a standard where you judge intellect by academic grade ; which is not in my favour. but writing. it brings me out of that box . writing feels more like my Therapy . it gives some an insight to who i really am , it makes you see what you missed at first glance .
my craft may be getting out of date , it might not be that popular but it has the healing power i need . so am just going to keep on writing