At this moment my bloody hands hold a golden sword, trembling every moment and refusing to move. "This isn't me!" they scream at me, "I wouldn't do this!" They implore, however I can't stop anymore. I can't hear them now that my enemy, whom I swore to destroy and for whom I suffered, is standing before me. It's as if I've simply lost control of myself and react by inertia.
I turn my gaze towards the cold floor filled with wooden debris and watch him, he writhes and tries to escape from me with eyes I never thought he would be capable of.
How can I describe it? It's a look that burns with hatred, but on the other hand, it's brimming with fear.
He looks at me with remorseful eyes, perhaps for what he did to me, however, it is too late for that, my heart is completely broken and filled with a thirst for revenge.
It's strange, you know? How is it that human beings are capable of being so insensitive when luck is on their side?
Money, power, and ego are things that exalt them, however, when death and misfortune beset them, they lose everything and become as fragile as glass.
That's the kind of feeling he's experiencing now, something he claims he'd never feel.
But who would have thought it?! Now I'm the one mocking him and the one who wields all the power in the world.
With this thought I approach slowly and he doesn't move, he can't run because I have previously injured his legs.
So, between screams of pain, he crawls as best he can, leaving a long trail of blood.His black suit tears from the effort, while his hands scrape against the rough cement.
My plan is simple: pierce his chest and let him suffer; it's the best way to purge him.I think this is the least I could do for them and for myself. Until suddenly everything changed, when I was standing right in front of him and attacked me.
He quickly stood up with what little strength he had left and threw a bright blue powder at me.This thing smelled sweet but it wasn't harmless as it soon started doing something to my mind, my thoughts became muddled and my movements clumsy.
At that moment, I tried to open my eyes and that's how I saw her, my past self was in front of me and smiled at me.But how? I wondered. This was fourteen years ago, when I was still fragile and innocent. It's hard to admit, but I left that beautiful little girl I was years ago behind, and now she was coming back for me?Then, multiple doubts began to arise in me: Why did I get to this point? How did I become something so dark? How is it possible that the love and tenderness inside that child could turn into something so dark?
I felt overwhelmed and paralyzed.
She seemed to know what was happening to me, so without thinking she took my hand and with this action time stopped just at the moment when my future was going to be decided.
Now, it seems I'm letting go of my reality. I feel like for a few moments I can ignore the groans of pain around me and delve deeper into my inner self.I dive into an immense sea and swim between memories and shadows, darkness and light play in the waters in ways I've never seen before I see bubbles with moments that marked me and some things that were once important to me.
Then looking down I see that I am heading towards the greyish sand.
The greenish water is so thick that I can't see clearly, my vision blurs and my body becomes heavier as time passes.
I struggle to swim to the surface, but it's useless; my body won't move.
But then everything changes in an instant. As I turn toward the sandy abyss, I find a golden light.
Something was drawing me, and I felt calm, so I clutched the light and hugged it, closing my eyes tightly, longing for the nightmare to end.
"Snore!" someone yelled at me.
When I opened my eyes I found myself in a huge, gloomy room, with small, square, rusty metal windows through which barely any light entered.It looked like a prison because of the bars. The place was lined with bunk beds at the ends, and I was right in the middle, lying on the icy gray floor.
This was the orphanage where eight years ago I lived, along with my "sisters", and I say it this way because we did not share blood, we had nothing in common but despite that, destiny brought us together.
One of them was called Flick, she was a twelve-year-old girl, she had beautiful red hair, as soft as silk. But paradoxically, it was full of unruly strands of hair that hung in his face.Flick had huge green eyes and a dazzling smile.
She was undoubtedly my biggest idol, as I'd never found anyone who could compare to her. Her loving and fearless personality balanced every facet of her life, despite the rejection she suffered from society.
She was always standing and smiling, ready to protect us.
I still remember the sound of his long yellow boots, plush on the inside and with brown buttons along with the laces.She wore a fuchsia-colored shirt with white dots on the neck and accompanied it with a short turquoise skirt. This peculiar outfit was what made her stand out among all the girls present at the orphanage.
How I remember that sometimes she would tell us stories that made us dream of beautiful remote places and we thought that one day the three of us would live there together. Imagine an enchanted forest, what an innocent illusion!
On the other hand, Emile, my other sister, was nine and always wore a simple hairstyle that contrasted with her pink hair, this consisted of a bun and bangs, her skirt was light blue and had a print of carrots and bunnies that almost completely covered the background color.
She also wore a tank top that was the same color as the skirt, only now decorated with a few flowers and hearts.
The bottom part was decorated with cotton making her look like a spoiled child (which she never was), since she was a rather serious person.
In her eyes you could see a huge emptiness, they lacked their own shine and you almost never saw them address someone directly, back then she used to be quite negative since her heart. It had not yet been opened to anyone.
Although Emile may sound like an unpleasant person, she was always a good person, she was just a little girl trying to deal with her past and the filth of the world she had to live in.
And then there was me, a little girl who wore her hair a little differently than everyone else, trying to imitate her elders.
I wore my hair in two side buns, my outfit was simple, consisting of a purple skirt with moons, stars and bears and finally, a pink shirt.
Having made my memory, I did the math and perhaps, at that time I was around six years old.
Of course I know my life didn't start right then, but it's from that age that I remember everything most clearly.While our way of life wasn't perfect, we managed to be happy in our own way, because over time, everything we knew would radically change.
After finishing my thoughts, I slowly got up from the floor and looked around once more. I touched the floor and the bunk beds to check if it was a dream, but to my surprise, everything was real!
What was happening? How had I gotten here?
It seemed strange, and I didn't want to stay like this. The anxiety was killing me and the nerves were consuming me.
I was thinking of a way to get back until what I least thought I'd see again appeared before my eyes.
"Snooree, come on, we have to go to dinner!"
I remember someone opening the door and poking their head out to look for me. I looked up and realized it was her.Flick was here, his soul was still present, it did not fade away and his essence remained.
Tears flooded my eyes and, not caring about the fact that I had left the real world, I threw myself into his arms again.
"Flik, please don't go! Don't leave me alone again!" I begged through tears.
She looked at me, quite surprised, not understanding my reaction, then she bent down to reach me.
- Don't worry, little sister, I'll never leave you alone. - He smiled as always. - I'll always be with you, I promise. - And he hugged me.
That's when I felt the warmth of her skin again, the strawberry scent of her hair, and her sweet, compassionate voice. It was her! She was here!
Melancholy took hold of me and that calm that hadn't visited me for years finally came to me.
My thoughts stopped being a turbulent sea and became a calm lagoon that would take me to the realm of dreams.