The dagger.



   In the middle of the night a scream was heard a scream
of pain with
   an unknown origin.
   
   The human biological clock, most of us think of old
women who wants
   babies when we hear of the human biological clock.
   However its much more than old single women, the
biological clock
   lets us know when we need to go to sleep and when we
need to wake up
   and of course when to eat when to make love and all
other human basic
   functions. Sometimes when a man lives without routine
that requires him
   to wake up in the morning with the sun the clock gets
fucked up
   and gets out of wind.
   
   He has an amazing house a real caste if you dare to say
a modern day
   caste. The walls of the house are the highest any
citizen built for
   himself so high it even blocks the sun to near by
houses. The gates
   looks like something taken from the dark ages ( without
the cameras of course)
   He can look at whoever walks near his house security it
important to him
   he needs to protect himself from the outside.
   The house itself is a work of art he has everything and
the best of it.
   Everything is made of morval gold silver. A big
collection of guns
   and even his own computer lab. He doesn't need anything
from the outside
   He has his own power station.
   The house is a temple for lonelinesses. For he lives
there alone.

   In the second year after the house was built he bought a
collection
   of middle age weapons.
   In that collection was a dagger made of silver and with
a red jewel
   in the middle.
   
   In the third year after the house was built he bought
three cars.
   A viper, A porshue, A jaguar.
   He loved the viper for its speed.
   
   By now he only sleeps in the days and a wake in the
night.
   As the days begin to fade and the session started
changing without
   a notice he started loosing his clock not eat much just
a little
   enough to survive not sleeping much just 4 hours a day.
   And he didn't even notice that his phone is not working
anymore.
   
   He had 4 walls to protect him from all evil.
   
   She was a free spirit traveled the world been to heaven
and hell and back.
   Her parents lived in the same neighborhood he did, she
grew up there
   unlike him he only moved there after making his
fortune.
   
   She enjoyed night walking sometimes in the summer time,
and he well
   sometimes took his viper for a ride outside.
   They were the same age but different lives she had a
boyfriend,
   he doesn't remember the touch of a woman.
   
   He knew the streets and knew that this late everyone
would be a sleep
   and none would be out so he allowed himself to go wild
on the road
   he got to 100mph and he noticed her, she was amazing one
of the most
   amazing womans he ever seen. he stopped the car just 3
inch's in front of
   her, she almost become part of the road.
   She was scared but she let slide she wanted the company
at that night
   her boyfriend left the country.
   They walked into a near by playing ground and shared
their stories
   she told him that she wants to be rich, he already was
rich.
   he told her about his life and what he does she was
impressed or at least
   seemed interested.
   They spoke for 2 hours then he gave her a ride home.
   They promise to met again.
   And so he slept feeling great like he never did before.
   And so the days gone bay the winter came and summer came
again
   and he never heard from her and all contact he tried to
pool with her
   faded into dust. she vanished from him.
   
   He believed that she was the last chance for love.
   And so he gone and became depressed again like the time
before her.
   And then one night he took the dagger out of the
collection held it
   in his hand and stubbed himself, screaming her name,
there was no note.
   no letter no nothing.
   
   Just him a bunch of stuff and 4 walls of solitude.
   
   All the money in the world means nothing if you have no
one to spend it on.