White Light

Here sits a man in plain clothes enjoying a cup of coffee. He stands about six foot five and weights approximately two-hundred seven. He works out at the local gym and is on the way of becoming a Doctor of Medicine. He dreams of helping veterans with their issues and setting them on the right road. Today though, as he took another sip, could be his last. He was pale skinned even though he was blacker in his younger days, he wore all sorts of concealing makeup to hide the discoloration. He hated it, even knowing it was not him, but his genetics. His overcoat was hanging on the hook of the establishment and as he looked around, he was the only one in there drinking, no one else was here, they all took their orders to go.

He took another sip of his coffee and smiled, he placed his hand on the table to brace himself as he rose to his feet. Put his hand then into his pocket and pulled out a set of Apple Air pods and placed them into his ear and begun to sing loudly. His favorite song was Toxic by Brittney Spears, but he was currently jamming to Lady Marmalade by Christina Aguilera. He loved her just as much. If one day he could meet her or them, what would he say? How would he act?

The bell rang on the door as a woman entered and looked his way. She heard him singing and went over to him. As he turned to look he silenced himself and just stared at the woman. She was long and lanky, chest stuck out like she was once in the military and long chocolate hair that twisted itself around her fingers. She stood before him before he knew it and he was in awe with her and accidently said so aloud.

She smiled and as he pulled an earpiece out, she introduced herself to him as Madilyn. His name Peter.

“So, you’re soon to a doctor huh?”

“Yes ma’am, how did you know?”

“I’ve seen you do residencies at my VA Hospital. Do you make house calls?”

“No, why?”

“My husband was also in th military, a Marine Gunnery Sergeant, and he is unable to make trips to the VA due to his legs and back. He’s One Hundred Percent though luckily, while I am only thirty. He is unable to walk and no one will prescribe him a scooter to drive so he can be a little mobile.”

“So, what do you need from me?”

“I need you to see him and show him that there’s people in the VA that care for him like I do. Due to his injuries we’re have been unable to have children, so, in return we have only us to rely on.”

“You should go talk to the VA, but I will see what I can do, okay?”

“Thank you. Here’s the address.” Here the woman Madilyn handed Peter a piece of paper and walked away.

He opened the folded piece of paper and gazed at the address on it. It was HIS! What was this woman proving by giving him his address? The apartment was not a duplex, so how was she able to get this? The thoughts raced and made Peter race home to find out what was happening.

The door to the apartment was unlocked and he walked in, but he remembered locking it. Here, he was very confused, but it only got worse as he walked into the building. The room was painted black, there were Blackouts on the window curtain rods and they did a great job of preventing the sun form coming inside, while the television was on and a cop show playing, there was no one around. There was what seemed like a green chair on one side of the room and a beige couch on the opposite, but it was nearly too dark to tell for sure. It was cool in the house and as he heard the AC kick on, he wondered what the temperature was set at. He wrapped up his arms around his torso and thought that something was not right. This was not his furniture, and his walls and ceiling were a brilliant white not black.

He rubbed his head and wondered what was going on, how could this change so fast, he paid his monthly rent on time and the landlords who live I the house on the left never hinted that it was his time to go. In fact it was the opposite, they loved him, he’d work out with his husband and deliver groceries to the old woman there, pick up whatever they needed. He even led classes to help get their family dynamic better where they’d talk to each other instead of yell and have the police there every night like it was a month ago. Since then, there have been major improvements in their lifestyles. There has been nothing but love sent to him from them, so why has this new atmosphere that he appeared in have taken over within a day?

Who were these people? Why did they need darkness to work? Was it because it was cooling and felt great against hot skin? What were they thinking on taking over his home? Why did they?

He pondered everything while he walked the house to the master bedroom where he would sleep. Opening the door he found Marilyn on her knees in the corner facing a cross that seemed to have the savior on it dangling on a string of beads. She did not look up from her prayer, just pointed at her husband who lie on the bed gasping for air.

Peter walked over to him and placed his hand on top of the mans’ chest and began to talk, but there was no response. He said nothing, just gasped. Peter did not know what to think or do now, was this covered in the material that he was going through at school? What was he to do? How to help the man?

Suddenly, he got an idea and it came from the deepest recesses of his mind and suddenly he knew. He leaned the man’s head back and opened wide his jaw. He tools a pair of tweezers from the nightstand and after feeling the man’s throat he tried to wiggle the blockage and finally after and hour or two, he was able to get it. The man took a hard deep breath and gasped, then the enjoyment came as he was overly thanking Peter for all he did. The man smiled and suddenly a white light emerged from him and he took one more breath, reached out his hand and kissed Peter’s then as he began to disappear he told Peter something was unbearable to Peter, he watched as the man’s mouth move then he vanished in a brilliant white light.

He turned to Madilyn and she too was disappearing and with a smile on her face, she told him, “Nothing is more important then helping others, you did good.”

Just as she said that the whole house and he were embraced in a soft white light that felt like home, like someone took care of you when you were a kid. He embraced the warmth from the light and closed his eyes, then he heard his grandmother, “You did good my boy, keep it up.”

A tear fell. He smiled and felt fantastic, like he had never felt before as the light faded, he tried to embrace it and keep it in him, but when his eyes opened, there was no more and he was standing in the center of his room and everything was back to normal.

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