I do not know everything about the world. Truly, for myself, I seek to learn everything but claim to know nothing.
Late night, out with friends. Also, it was my first ever night out with flommist Bwargh von Modnar. From the initial scan of the environment I wouldn’t have thought what would happen was going to happen. Honestly, so much of it is a flurry.
It did not make sense. I remember checking the phone and time seems to pass slowly.
1:18 to 1:23 to 1:47.
I sent messages to a good friend of mine – I was happy to hear his music being played. I sent other notes. I was missing another friend.
The environment changed as the night was ending. Suddenly, music was turned off, several of the people who were inside were now outside.
I remember hearing an iPhone ring and thinking, as no one went to answer it, someone is going to take that ringing phone. And it happened: The owner’s friend had his phone swiped but that’s not what sparked it. Guys were outside already fighting.
Then the owners became intensely angry, but stayed inside. They didn’t act. There was a guy in a white tee and dark coloured jeans – I couldn’t tell if he was instigating something or someone trying to keep the situation calm. He was crooning through the night with, “mannnn, if you can’t be true to yourself how am I gonna know if you’ll be true to me?” He approached the owners and said, “That’s why I don’t hang out with them, they always on that dumb shit. But it’s gonna be chill talk to them when it’s over. You can get your phone back. They ain’t gonna do nothing.”
That’s when the owners walked towards the door and the gunfire started. I don’t honestly know how many shots there were. It seemed like a joke at first, but became real when it didn’t stop.
The gunshots continued. I was frozen. I didn’t know if I should flee to the outside – because the shots came from outside. My feet moved for the side door. People were screaming and running out the back. In seconds, I was outside as I heard a car peeling out of the lot.
The owners were screaming, violently running around in disbelief. A man was on the ground. Bleeding. Inside, something shattered. Another guy was crawling on the ground trying to stay out of the aim of whoever could be aiming. I moved toward the back lot to make it to our car.
I remember a puddle in the doorway that I stared into – afraid, hoping for a reflection.
That’s when the screaming girl ran in the door frantically begging for the address. I did not know. I could not speak. She wasn’t there originally. Who was she?
Our car came to the door. I ran into it and quickly panicked as our driver walked away. We need to leave, we need to leave, we need to get out of here. I began to shake, breathing heavily. I kept trying to manage my anxiety. I had to hold it all in. Seconds took forever.
Our driver was back in the car. I had no idea where he went. We drove a short distance to the street, a truck blared its horn. The lights of the vehicle behind us were frightening me. I remember getting to the street light and realizing we had to make a turn. I hated that the light was red. Everything was overwhelming, I swallowed. When the light turned green we were off, down the road, untouched. The issues were with this crowd of people, we were no longer there. All the thoughts came, they made no sense to me.
And then we found the car on the side of the road, with a light post bent over it. In it was a woman with her three young children, fleeing her own horrible situation.
The woman was unharmed, but had bruises. They weren’t from her accident.
The children were in their PJs, no coats or anything. Bwargh gave her hoodie to the 4‑year-old, told him he could keep it, “But the deal is – I’m a superhero, and I get my powers from the sweatshirt, so you can keep it if you agree to fight crime.’ He agreed.
This family was so beautiful and alive. A rebirth. And we still had our own lives – so we were able to stop and help. We kept them warm in our car until the police arrived.
These moments. Watching a young child pet the police puppy, talking with them about anything that represented a light in their lives. And holding the woman in my arms just to say she will make it was enough for me to feel okay.
—alley scheffki
Flommist Alley Scheffki is 21 years young, ‘I am the blue rose. Dies ist ein wunsch für freiheit.’ Copyright © 2015 Alley Scheffki. All rights reserved.
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