Drug Dealers' Story

My eyes couldn’t figure out the center of attention, as I skimmed past the neighborhood rapidly and yet I couldn’t focus on any specific object. My vision enhanced steadily, and each tick of the second my body ached like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. As I gradually came to my senses I could feel my pulse thumping in my ears.

It took me a second to grasp that I was recumbent by the road, in the dull night.

What time was it? The piercing cold was unforgiving. I had a leather jacket on, but my legs were stagnant, frozen. Should not have worn shorts! I was besmeared with dust. It persuaded me to ponder as to how long I had been here.

Wait!

Where am I?

How did I get here?

WHO AM I?

I was unable to remember my name. I scrutinized my head for concussions, but it seemed fine. Then how did this happen?

Could it be drugs?

Clordiazepoxide?

How did I know that word?

I checked my arms for punctures.

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I could find nothing.

Am I a drug addict or was this done to me? I stood up and looked at my body. I wasn’t too young. I checked my pockets, found a pochette in it. There was little money- a few coins and a parking ticket dated October 26,2002,Berlin. I turned the ticket over and found a number scribbled on it.

The highway seemed desolate. Not a single vehicle in sight. How could this be possible? In Berlin?

I began walking and I spotted a super store.

I hastened my stride, pulling my jacket closer into a tighter hug and clenched my teeth .The pain grew slowly.

I reached the store and decided I needed to drink something at least. I walked in and saw an old woman behind the counter. I greeted her.

“Can I use the restroom ma’am ?”I requested. “I’ll buy water and some food” I added as I smiled, “not for free” I said with a chuckle.

She pointed her wizened finger towards the back of the store . I hurtled into the room and locked myself in. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

I had no idea whose face it was. I examined the rest of my body and I looked fine. Good!

I cleaned myself and walked out ignoring the old woman. I walked into an aisle and picked up some water, some painkillers and a scarf. I paid her.

Avoiding her eyes I asked her, “How far is Berlin?”

“12 kilometers”

“Why is the highway so deserted?” I questioned

“The government is busting drug rackets, arresting a bunch of dealers and murderers around the city” she replied looking at the television.

“Alright”.

I exited the store and saw a telephone booth right outside. I pulled out the ticket with a number and entered. I dialed the number slowly. I was alarmed by the ring. I was seeking for some answers now.

“Hello ?” said a voice in English, my mouth unhinged from my senses. “Who’s this?”

It was a male voice. I had no idea what to say.

“Who the hell is this?!”

Then I said the only word that I knew that night. “chlordiazepoxide”.

All I heard was silence from the other side. A truck passed by.

“Where are you?”the voice questioned.

“I have no clue “I said.

“I’m sorry all of this went wrong”he said.

“What do I do now?”I asked.

There was an awkward silence.

“Go to base and we will figure this out” he spoke so fast ” I have to go now, They’re hunting us down.”

“WAIT!”

All I heard was a click. I walked out ,infuriated. The old lady’s statements related to drugs struck me.

I darted back into the store. I heard police sirens. I looked back and saw three police cars speed past me. I entered the store and saw that the old lady was staring at the television screen. A story on the drug racket was being broadcast.

“Turn it off” I snarled.

I remembered who I was. Changed appearance. Drug induced amnesia. I had to close a chapter of my life that might destroy me. But it clung to me like a sickness.

The police had found the corpse of a teenage girl in the outskirts of Berlin. Her clothes were missing. She was last seen wearing a black jacket and white shorts. The old lady’s scared little eyes swiftly examined me. Looking at my black jacket and my white shorts.

I picked up a butcher’s knife from the stand and looked her in the eye.

“I’m sorry” I bowed. She opened her mouth to scream but it never left her throat. I wiped the blood off the knife. I looked back at her lying in the pool of blood and quickly turned away. I had to get back to base. I had business to take care of.