I was 7 when my dad passed away. Things were besmirched and colorless. Every morning I woke up with her sitting by me, holding my hand, smiling with swollen eyes. She would pat my head gently and say ”you are just like your father”.
Years passed by and the school hours became void. If someone came by I wouldn't like their presence. All I wanted was to be left alone. My mum always said I was unique. All the people around me were orthodox and none were like me.
I was wondering on the silent street thinking unusual stuff when bumped into a girl. She had deep eyes like the fall of the galaxy, chapped lips, curly pitch black hair doodling down her face. Her smile was fascinating enough to make me all focused on her lips and the surroundings would go silent. She held my hand and walked me to the bridge. That moment was extremely mesmerizing. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath and this second moment she vanished.
My nights were fidgety. I kept thinking about her over and over again. Days after, at the school, I met her in the closed quiet hallway. She came closer to me and whispered in my ear with her soothing therapeutic voice: “ I love you”. My world opened a new path to life, a path of companionship and happiness. The days passed and I began smiling and laughing. It felt like the gloomy days were over. We met every day and talked for hours. I told her that I never had someone more understanding than her entering my life. I shared every detail about my life with her, how I survived through the loneliness and how others stepped on me and kept their way moving distorting my trust and why I preferred no friends than having snakes. She kept listening without questioning and this made her my addiction.
We became quite close and started meeting in public. She was the most charming, elegant and exquisite lady. I couldn't resist my eyes over her. I was genuinely devoted to her. I often heard people shouting at me: “ who are you laughing at?”, “ Look that stupid walking and talking shit to himself” but nothing affected me as she was with me.
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I was aroused by those masked humans who were strapping me with ropes, there was no time to understand the situation. I was freaked out seeing all the chaos and by the things that were being done to me. I saw my mum standing helpless at the corner of that room stuck to the wall trying to hide herself from me, crying and mumbling sorry but I couldn't make sense to anything. I cried for help but my hopes died when I saw myself caged behind the bars wearing white muslin. There was no escaping, the walls were crowded with weird stuff; chains, monsters and creepy creatures doodled on the wall, broken words carved onto the walls.
(Silence)
I opened my eyes and vision was blurry. Seconds later the ceiling was clearing and I saw myself lying on my back on that cold tiled floor. Tears started rolling down tapping on the floor. I dug my head between my folded knees towards my chest. A soft warm hand touched my head and slowly ran fingers through my hair. I opened my eyes and was oozed with emotions. She was here, the only one I needed. She laid my head onto her lap and gently stroked through my scalp. I hissed in slow cries till my eyes became heavy enough to shut and my soul to leave my frail freezing body.
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