Partners in Crime

PARTNERS IN CRIME

I keep
recovering the facts of that night. It all seems so funny and innocent.
Ordinary night out with the person you want to be with. Dancing close
together. Sharing smiles and laughs to not very funny jokes. Talk about
politics and music.

And holding her hand tight on
the way to the buss stop. You feel like you've conquered the world in
that moment. You're on the way home and in no time you two are going to
share a secret together. A secret between the closeness of your bodies.
A look that only lover understands. A touch that lifts your spirit
high.

You loose her hand. You feel some hand around
your mouth. You turn around smiling at the maybe lover's way to stop
you for a kiss.

Horror is what you didn't
expect.

Someone is holding your girl around her neck.
And someone breathing in your ear

'Don't make a
sound. We don't wanna hurt you!'

A million thoughts
run through your mind. The flashback and insight of the things that you
haven't yet done and now maybe everything is
over.

You look into her eyes. Is she as frighten as
you are?

They search your bags and they're looking
for your wallets.

You try to talked them out of it
cause you don't even have any money there. But yet there's a relief at
your side cause that's all what they ask from
you.

But you're not sure and you don't want to look
into their eyes.

You feel so weak and you're angry
with yourself cause they've got power over you. Power over your
life.

You let them run away with your valuables. You
let them run away with your dignity.

You're breathing
and thinking that maybe this is just another movie
scene.

Maybe this is just another story you have
heard about.

You look around and find yourself in the
middle of the night.

You call the police. You drive
around with them in police cars, trying to recover from the
shock.

The police officer is asking you question like
'Did you notice the made of his belt, madam?' Then you realise that the
event took so fast though in your sense of time felt like ages. You
realise that you didn't notice the clothes they were wearing. The
accent they were talking. You realise that you're not even sure how
they look like. They might sit across you in the tube and you still
won't recognise them.

Then you both go to your house.
Phoning your banks and mobile networks are first things you do among
zipping gin and tonic to calm yourself.

You talk
about it and you still don't realise what the hell happened. You laugh
about it. How thick the robbers were that they didn't notice her laptop
or your bank statements. How lucky you both were and how strange were
the two guys she asked for help. How funny was that the police officer
shared the same birthday as you. Exact date and year. How scared you
both were. And then you cry. Cause you realise that you could've lost
something more than a mobile phone that night.

You
keep on pouring gin into your glasses and drowned them in trying to
forget what happened. You actually do forget but that only happened in
moment of passion when you tire your bodies in twist of lust and
desire. And you fall asleep.

The morning seems
different. You wake up with a feeling that you lost a part of you.
Something is definitely wrong and different. You try to remember for a
second and then it strikes you. You know you'll recover your credit and
cash cards in few days, you try to keep calm with your mobile retailer
and keep sense of your line waiting to draw some cash out of the bank.
The police rings you up and asks you the oddest question of which
you're definitely not sure even now the day after.

You talk about it and it all seems strange. Does the
event keep you more drawn to each other or does it keep you away. Not
realising you feel more aware of her presence in your life. Questioning
yourself about feelings and emotions.

You walk the
streets looking behind you. You look at the people that pass you by and
you're almost certain that it could be them. It could be him. It could
be your attacker. And then you realise you're not sure. And you're
scared cause you're paranoid.

You realise that they
have your wallet. That they know where you live. You walk into your
house and lock yourself behind the door breathing heavily. You check
all the windows and cracks in the house. You're so aware of noises and
sound that you weren't the day before and it scares the shit out of
you.

Then you try not to think about it. You phone
your friends and tell them about your little adventure. They feel
sorry, with some you laugh with some you pretend to be angry but it
doesn't matter. You don't want to be alone. But yet you cancel every
meeting cause you can't handle to walk the streets alone especially not
at dark.

You sit at home and try to think about it
all. About the girl that shared that night with you. You think about
the people that walked away with 70 pence of yours and your freedom.
You think of how you feel so different and yet the same after what
happened.

You're angry cause you can't call your
friends, especially the ones you don't have their phone numbers. You're
angry cause you can't remember what other cards and thingies you had in
your wallet. Then you remember that the wallet was a present from a
dear friend that you haven't seen for years. You miss the photos of
your family you had in your wallet. But you keep the memories. No one
is able to steal your memories from you.

They took
away your freedom and you're angry. They ran of and they will always
look behind them with fear of getting caught. Your look will always be
of fear of being attacked.

Did they steal your
freedom or that was never actually there. Are you in greater danger
that you've actually been through something like this or maybe you'll
act the same way you always did?

Did that night
change the world or you? Has it stopped the time, has it made a
difference in the world events?

You try to recover
from it and that's what you do. You slip into your ordinary life
schedule.

You even think that everything was your
fault. A punishment for a good feeling you had with the girl. Guilty
cause you've kissed her so many times and enjoyed it. You feel like a
criminal cause you think you should've been more careful. More aware of
things. Guilty cause you were walking the streets when it wasn't so
crowded. You think of million things that you shouldn't have done and
you blame yourself.

Who's the criminal in this
case?

What is the purpose of thinking something and
undoing it cause no one has the power of turning time back. And the
criminal did run away with 70 pence. Freedom is just a word. They never
took that away from us that night. They just walked away with mobile
phones that won't work and bunch of membership cards don't have any
value for them.

Our only crime that night was that we
enjoyed our company too well of each other. Well I did! And I won't
stop enjoying life just because of one night -cause you never know what
waits for you behind that corner.