There's no way I'm going there, it's late already... What do you want from me? He said with fear in his tune.
Well, you will be grateful to know that if you don't go there right this moment, your career will come to an end. The phishing voice said through the phone.
George got scared and was afraid of losing his acting career, he decided to go to the last acting scene he was asked to visit. The place was at a dead end of a dark street, he only went there with his director and others during the day to shoot a scene for his new movie.
The phishing voice had asked him to go there without telling him what he was going there to do. George took his car keys and rushed out of his mansion to the acting scene without telling anyone as he was instructed by the voice.
George got to the scene, it was so quiet and dark but there was a room having a dull light with a familiar music playing from the room. George walked slowly to the room hoping and wishing at the same time that it wasn't the music he was suspected to hear. He got inside and felt his heart sank, he fell to the ground feeling tears pouring down from his eyes.
It was the music.... The music he had always wished not to hear no matter what after the incident some years ago. George lost his parents to the cold hands of blood in the presence of the music, his parents closest friend killed them and made him an orphan. It hasn't been too long but the 27 years old George couldn't forget what happened 7 years ago.
He was traumatised by all that happened that day and ever since then, the music became a torment to him and a reminder of all that happened that day... George squatted down closing his ears and trying hard to keep sane even as the music seem to increase louder.
George wished so much that someone would rescue him from what he was faced with but the few minutes got longer to hours until the lights went off and the music got louder so that he couldn't even close his ears to the sound anymore.
He kept trembling with tears and his legs were shaking so much that he felt himself giving up his own ghost but he was very much alive and faced with overcoming his trauma. George started to scream in tears until he saw a car headlights shining from the other end of the scene, he couldn't recognise who's car it was but he kept wishing the person was there to save him.
George felt the person getting close to him and he wondered why the person was walking very slowly... It was scaring him more that he couldn't raise his head to see who the person was.
It became silent, the music stopped and the lights came on... But George still couldn't raise his head until he heard a familiar voice.
Brother, I'm so sorry for coming late but I'm here now... George's elder brother said after cleaning off his tears.
George raised his head with so much relieve and hugged his brother so tightly. They went back home and he slept for so many hours before waking up to think about what had happened to him.
The person behind the voice was only trying to remind him of his parents death and help him overcome the trauma but he couldn't, he had always been failing in such test even with help of a psychologist.
I guess I have to live with that trauma... George said and fell asleep again.
This is my entry for the Inkwell Prompt with the prompt word "Headlights" and you are invited to participate.
Thanks for reading!!!