BLACK MARKET   Early summer, 2012   I glanced at my own reflection inside the cab window. I'm still me, but inside I'm nervous. It had been two years since the accident at Ocean Side. I still find myself frighten and cry for no reason. There were times I hated myself. Our lives began to move at a slow pace.    "You're early," he said as I got out of the cab. Those were his first words to me.    "Had a change of flight schedule. I'm a day early, but I'm still here aren't I." My voice rose by a notch. It was always like that between us, nothing has changed, even after.   He seemed unmoved, being a real jerk. "You should of called. My day is already planned. So should you wish settle in and come back tomorrow." He seem angry and took it out on me, the first person he finds some excuse to bash.   "Sure," I whisper and contained my emotion. I tried to sound like I'm not hurt and it came out just the opposite.   "Do you want to come in for coffee just a bit? I'll drop you off at the hotel your staying on my way to the office in thirty minutes." His politeness took me by surprise.   "No, thank's. I'll come by tomorrow with the papers." I manage to say.   "Fine. Just go." He narrow his eyes before turning away and leaving me with scattering thoughts.