Personal imaginitive

I walk down the worn street, the moisture in the air clinging to me, as if releasing all the darkness and depression in my life. The street had no road, but large walls on each side, protecting the family mansions that dwelled within.  I stop, looking at the large iron bars of the gate of one of the mansions.  Glancing up, I remembered all the good times I had with my family in that house.  Its large, white walls had kept us warm in the night.  The largest house in the village was once in my possession; when the profits from the fields were blooming.  Six bedrooms, all with radiators, central heating and comfortable furniture.  People would visit everyday and we were the most popular family in the village.  Now, we live in a shanty hut, with two rooms.  It is a metal shelter, constructed by hand that will fall down if the wind is strong enough.  Mould grows from all the walls and rats infest the area that we live. The sun beats down, drying the mouth and with no running water within half a mile, life is almost unbearable.  The heat swelters inside the shelter, quickly evaporating any water stores that we have in our hut.  Food is also sparse.  My fields do bring enough money in for myself and my wife, but other poor living in the same area often want and take most of it.  Food cannot be left unattended otherwise it is as good as gone.  

The view from my hut is fantastic.  It is set high up with a view off the whole city.  The lights twinkle like the stars in the night sky.  The village is all seen in one glance, creating a dynamic effect.  The denser lights are in the centre and becoming sparser as one gazes to the outskirts.

My wife.  The one star left in the dark sky that is my life.  The one ember left in my fire.  The only reason keeping me alive.  But all is not well.  My wife could be leaving me.  She has found out my deepest, darkest secret and now my marriage is on the verge of breaking.  My life is full of regrets but this is the one thing that I regret most.  A few months ago, my wife and myself went through a bad phase.  I was depressed and cheered myself up by drinking.  Everyday, I would drink myself to sleep.  However, one day a woman decided to take advantage of that.

I had woken up one morning to find myself not in a square, metal box that is my bedroom but a beautiful four poster bed with fabrics of vibrant colours and decoration hanging down, acting as curtains.  I was alone in the double bed but I could tell that someone had been lying next to me due to the warmth that was being submitted from the purple sheets.  The room was well decorated with painting with gave a clear indication that I was in a large house with a rich owner.  I remember being scared, remembering my wife and all the great times that we had shared together.  I was unsure what to do, where to go and how to explain my absence to my wife.  I climbed through the window ran home.  The event had changed my life and I thought it was all over until one morning my fears became reality.

Three weeks ago, a brown woman, about twenty five turned up at our hut.  She was very beautiful.  She told me she was pregnant with my child and was going to keep it.  Since then my wife has been thinking and decided that she would leave me.  

My life has been a series of disasters.  Nothing I have done has been right.  Now, I have given up.  My choices in life have always been wrong and life does not seem to be worth living.