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I Wait For Him

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I WAIT FOR HIM

I WAIT AND WATCH. I am cold. I have almost forgotten what he looks like. Cars trundle down the street below me. Only three are out. It is late in the night. Nobody in the houses around me is awake. There is no light in their windows. Only the light from the streetlamps below keep the swallowing darkness at bay.
I stifle a yawn. I am so very tired. But I must stay awake. Because he will come. I don't' think about the other nights. The nights when I waited fruitlessly. When he never came.
There! A person on the street! My heart leaps. Is it him?
"Dad!" I scream. I know I will wake my mother and baby brother, but I don't care. I'm standing now, craning to see the man down on the street. He looks up at me, but it is too dark to see his features.
A car sidles between him and I. I see his face. He smiles, but the smile was not friendly. It mocked me. It mocked my stupidity and my foolish loyalty to a man who would never return.
The man begins to laugh. He sways and walks down the street, laughing drunkenly.
I sit on my chair again. Like a dead mother, the night air lovingly envelopes my body in a blanket of cold. But what my skin feels is nothing compared to the ice that has been dropped into my heart. The lamps are darker, the cars are gone, and the darkness swells, threatening to embrace me like a murderous lover.
It is the two hundred and thirty-third time that I've waited for him. More than two hundred nights I have sat in this chair, ignoring the cold, ignoring sleep tugging at my consciousness. More than two hundred nights I have looked out the window, waiting for him to return. My head tells me that he will come one night.
But my heart knows better. Deep inside, I know he will never come back. I know that he can never come back. Since the first gunshot, ringing through my ears, I knew. I had felt his pain too. A chunk of my heart, torn out and flung aside like a used rag. Though my mind told me that it wasn't true. That it couldn't be true.
And so I wait for him. I wait and watch...
This was done for an Afrikaans essay. I translated. Because I hate Afrikaans. And English is so much better. :XD:

Please add criticism. I want to brush up on my writing skills.
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meoya45's avatar
wow, I think that was amazingly well written, I don't have any advice on how to improve it, because it's better than anything I could ever do XP