“Things have changed though Sheila, I have changed.”
“Myra some things have changed, circumstances have changed, but you wanted to be here, so here you are. Don’t back down now.”
I knew I could count on Sheila to push me when I needed to be pushed. I may not always appreciate it. But at that moment I needed it, and I knew it. I had made a commitment, and I wanted to proof to myself and others I could still do this. I could still tell my stories.
I opened the book I was going to read. My book, it was eerie how this book seemed foretell my story. I was reliving this plot, my plot.
Had I done this to myself in away.
The sound of footsteps, soft at first, but they grew heavy. I was reading from a book I had written long before I was shot, but it was almost like I was reliving that night. Had someone read my book and tried to bring it alive, in a sinister way.
Who would be at my house at this time of night?
None of my friends would drop by unannounced at this time of night, scaring me like this.
I still had no answers.
I needed answers.
I had to focus though, I was here, in front of all these people, showing them that I was still the same writer I had been before I was shot. Before I was paralyzed.
I felt the fear creeping up through me, warming me.I stopped reading long enough to answer a few question. Some had to do with writing others had to do with what happened to me. I knew there would be questions, so I had prepared myself to answer them.
Fear not, but it was hard not to fear. This was like a nightmare coming to life.
But one person in particular was giving me the creeps. It wasn’t what he was saying or what he was asking so much, but the way he was acting. Almost as if he was trying to hide in the shadows.
Lord this may be my imagination running away with me again, but something isn’t right.I read for awhile longer, before it was time to excuse everyone, and get ready to go myself. I would have more days like this, more times I was asked to read from one of my novels and I did not mind it, but something was disconcerting about the guy who seemed to want to hide himself in the shadows.
As I picked up my book from the podium and wheeled myself out of the room, Sheila behind me, a note fell out of my book.
I hadn’t remembered putting anything in the book, other than the bookmark, and I hadn’t remembered anyone coming up placing anything in the book.
I read the note immediately knowing where it came from.
Don’t keep digging, you might not like what you uncover.I knew deep in my heart it had to be the man who was trying to hide in the shadows acting nervous.
He was a threat, though he was trying to act like someone who was scared, timid, perhaps even shy.
Still if he were tied to my shooting he was dangerous.
Or perhaps he knew something, and in his own way was trying to help.
“Myra are you okay?” Sheila asked. Knowing full well, I was terrified.
“I think we need to go to the station and give this to Officer Wright.” I managed.
“We will Myra, but maybe we should have him come to the house. It could be dangerous.”
“It could be dangerous either way, but perhaps your right Sheila, maybe he can come in civilian clothes in his personal car.”
I hoped that would deter whoever this was threatening me. But I kind of doubted it.
I needed to report this, and give them the note anyway. I could not just let it go unchecked. It could be nothing just some crazed person, trying to rile me up, but somewhere deep down I knew it was more than that.
Someone was trying to warn me I was still in danger.
Like shooting and paralyzing me, had not been enough.
They wanted to silence me forever.
Lord help me.“Myra they are going to catch this person.”
“Sheila I want to believe that.”
“It’s going to happen Myra, the person that did this to you is going to get caught.”
“I just hope it’s before anything else happens. I honestly don’t know how much more I can take. I am tired of being afraid like this.”
“I know you are Myra, and its going to happen. You got this far you are going to get farther. Your strong Myra. I don’t know if you realize it at times, but you are strong, it takes a lot of strength to get through everything you have been through.”
“More faith than strength.” I admitted.
“Well have faith that this monster is going to get caught too, and this chapter is going to be closed.”
Sheila had a way of calming my nerves. I was going to need that now. I needed my nerves calmed because the fact was I was jumpy. That guy, that note, it had all made me jumpy. I would be much more at ease, when the person who did this to me was caught. When the person who was responsible for my being in this chair, was in prison where they belonged.
“Myra you were the one who said you wanted to do this, you have fans, who want to hear from you. They still love you, when you were shot it didn’t take that away, you can still write, go show them that what’s important about you hasn’t changed.”“That’s before.”“Myra yes you can, you have before.”“Sheila I don’t know if I can do this.”