EXTRACT FROM 'THE SHOW WILL GO ON'

CHAPTER NINE

JELENA’S SILENT WORLD?

Jelena has been through this before, but each incident has been fraught with emotions that can only be best described as frightening. Tossing and turning in an unfamiliar bed that feels as hard as nails, the bedroom sparse in its décor with the bed placed against a wall that was papered in a luminous hue of blue, scratched, dented with the possible knocks and bangs of the beds headboard up against it and  looked like it had seen better days; a tall wooden pine wardrobe seemed to be the only updated piece of furniture in the room, the décor on the remaining walls were a dank, dark brown, whoever chose this colour must have had a real weird sense of colour sense for a bedroom, definitely not a calming colour in her view. Jelena bashing at the lumpy uncomfortable pillows in sheer frustration that sleep is evading her again! The hands of the clock beside her on the bedside cabinet barely moving, just the ticking sounds echoing in the eerie silence of the room. Yet again! Jelena is feeling those jittering nerves, never knowing what will happen next,  but all  she can do is to try to hold it all together as much as is possible and not let this arse hole of a jerk get to her, yet wondering who the hell is it and why?. Her mind now in the present and what holds for her.

Once again her silent feelings take over her, not sharing them even with her closes friends or colleagues; they have their own issues to contend with without her burdening them with hers. Anger, once again at the total inconvenience to her everyday life and environment, the loss of her own private space and for how long this time she is not sure. She’ll miss her friends and neighbours and Jelena will be wondering if they had noticed all the comings and goings of the Close Protection removing her personal belongings from her home, the very thought of it all! Going through her desk, her files, her clothing, everything! Jelena shudders at the very thought, no one should have the right to do so without her permission, it should have been left to me not them, have they secured my home properly? What about who’s going to be keeping an eye open for any more undesirables snooping around the exterior of the property? Have they left my home tidy or in total disarray? All these thoughts and emotions running profusely with no order whatsoever in her mind. Her one concerned now is getting over the incident earlier today, her whole being including her body now wracked in pain, delayed shock setting in, she is now feeling weepy not just for herself but for her dearest friends Justin and Sparky who also were harmed in the fracas, both now recuperating at a secret location which she has been told they cannot divulge for their own safety and well-being.