Jamie - a Waste of Life

A STORY OF TEENAGE THUGGERY, JEALOUSY, TEASING AND TAUNTING - THE DESTRUCTION OF A PROMISING LIFE ................ Staggering down the rain-drenched street I see you, reeling drunkenly like a sailor trying to keep his balance on a storm ravaged ship. You stop only to vomit your intoxication, falling to your knees, then wobbling back to tottering unsteadiness as you roll faltering, aiming for the safety of home. Your friend tries to steady you, but you push him away in a tirade of independence. Sober insecurity magically transformed into inebriated confidence. Then, there she is - the teenage focus of your immature passion. She doesn't see you - she never does - she ignores you as she teeters on her too-high-heels staggering, like you, over the rain-drenched cobbles, taunting her hormone packed companion with her pert breasts and pouting lips, until she stops to kiss him in your view. Sudden sobriety steadies you as you watch them jealously - touching, kissing, exploring - you call out angrily to distract them: you swear, you name-call, a juvenile torrent of verbal abuse. The reinforcements appear from the shadows: his mates, jumping to his defence. They grab broken bottles, discarded wood, one has a knife, and they chase you, full-pelt, down the rain-soaked street. You are easy meat: your reflexes and reactions still laggard with drink. They floor you easily. Blows raining down in a frenzied downpour of merciless, unceasing violence...... kicking, beating, spitting, knifing, wild, like a pride of lions decimating their prey. You sink into unconsciousness, your lifeblood draining, trickling with the rain down the pavement. She watches, silent tears snaking from mascara-laden eyes. She notices you now: for the first time she acknowledges your existence as your very existence is snuffed out .... snuffed out like a near spent candle. Seventeen years obliterated by youthful hatred. Seventeen years annihilated by needless thuggery. What a waste. What a bloody, bloody shame. ....did I say this was a 'story'? No, sorry, it's true......