Problem solved, Painful memories....
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And then, she has to take some air, because she has the sensation of suffocating under an unbearable pressure. It's as if a sword of Damocles is hanging firmly over her, without fail. She has to take a little time and forget all that, even her own uneasiness... Miss takes her breakfast, washes herself, then gets dressed after forty minutes.
After all, maybe it's just temporary, it's not going to last, right? she thinks. Since her glow is off, all hope is allowed, right? She reassures herself as much as she can, then, afterwards, puts on her coat and escapes outside. She must leave or her head will literally explode! Her brain is very busy with all these negative and obsessive thoughts. So she runs towards the porch, slamming the door in her path.
Already six days have passed without finding any real answers to my questions... My research on the net is fruitless and disappointing... Despite having searched day and night... Normal, who would want to hide his skin from the light of day because, this same skin, you lack? Nobody has in his sleeve, a body as brilliant, as scintillating and burning as mine! It is necessary to admit it! Then, with an anatomy which makes melt all that crosses its way !
Who or what can hide such a thing, while leading a normal life ?! Nothing, or absolutely nobody, of course! How ironic... None of them will believe such a story, that's for sure ! And even the people I know and who appreciate me, will not recognize me at all! They will see me as a monster and be scared to death! They will all run away in a hurry! I feel that I am already the laughing stock of this city and the worst trash in it is me of course! Rejected and unloved by all, a horror of nature, a pestiferous...
I see myself there already... Nobody will understand and none of them will be able to anyway... I'm going to be an alien! For me it is impossible, it is even worse than losing my job... I don't want to be seen in this awful and monstrous form.
While in the beginning, I am an ordinary man, coward, cowardly and boring as desired... The image of the being that I want to transmit is not that of the worst human waste that Ouroboros can welcome! Nevertheless, should I still be "human" at the moment, I am not so sure anymore... I'm not going to get up again if this happens, for sure!
Holy s**t!!! Get a grip!!! I shouted out loud. While backbiting and cursing, I slap my face hard to wake up and stop messing around. I have to get my act together, I can't keep panicking and rambling like this. Depression is not an option and I can't afford to let myself go! My secret must not be discovered, no matter how much it costs me, I have a duty to preserve myself no matter what!
The key, the key to the mystery, that's what I must find... The solution to my difficulty to be able to expose me outside, without clash, what to do... I read on the web that some very heavy metals can resist to heat above a certain limit. Nevertheless on my skin, the heat is much too extreme, it will melt immediately on me. I know that. I have only one day left to find out what can hide my power, without fear, from the world and save my skin, even if it only causes me problems, this one, fuck...
I have to do it quickly, I have no choice. What to do, what to do? While thinking about the question, I serve myself a small dish of pasta, accompanied by a low-end cordon bleu. The poor man's dish as we say here, I place my plate to be warmed up in the microwave with aluminium foil covering it. Two minutes on the clock before I eat. I look at the beautiful view of Ouroboros through the window while it heats up, while thinking about my dilemma...
The end of heating bell rings, while I continue to admire this city in perdition as far as the eye can see. I hear from here the desolate cries of the victims of various aggressions in the distance in the streets. That's what happens every day here, the screams and the cries we are rocked by every day. However, it has nothing to do with listening to a melodious song to my ears...
Hearing these people writhing in agony every day breaks my heart and I can't take it anymore! It drives me totally crazy this story! Something must be done, this must not happen again! I take my plate out of the microwave, with the help of big stones recovered outside the day before, while removing the parchment paper. It is besides very hot and smells divinely good, I attack it in one go so much I have the empty stomach.
Instead of my normal cutlery, I cut two long stones that I sharpened with a larger stone. I don't have the choice, because otherwise everything else will loosen at my touch...
Then, unexpectedly, I observe more attentively the aluminium placed in front of me on the table. Lost in my thoughts, I scrutinize the slightest aspect of its carnal envelope and touch it scrupulously, to determine its physical composition. It does not liquefy in contact with my palm, whereas this one is bubbling! I triturate it in all the directions and note with amazement, that the sheet does not weaken, nor does it destructure with my contact!
BINGO ! That's it, I have just found and solved my enigma! My salvation is right there, under my nose all this time and I didn't see it coming! Damn, what a jerk! This is the material I need the most right now! I still have to figure out how to work with this material, which is a bit specific...
I have to think about it carefully before I start working again next Monday. I need to create a combination that is both flame retardant and covering enough. That way, I could walk around outside without having to worry about anyone. This is an idea that needs to be explored further and I only have one day left, at most, to complete this perilous project. I have to hurry, because I don't have enough time left...
The girl goes back to work, she is a saleswoman in a very small perfumery with an artisanal conception. Perfumes and beauty products of all kinds follow one another on the shelves of the store. Sweet and floral scents perfume the whole room. It is the beginning of the morning in this beginning of January. Christmas and New Year's Eve are over and with them the events of that fateful night.
The woman then remembers more distinctly how this evening took place. The memories have been invading her for a week, every night, the dreams of this event overwhelm her fully... She remembers everything in this Monday morning at eight o'clock sharp. The face of this young man makes then again its appearance in her spirit. All is clear as water of rock now, she sketches a pout of consternation on her face!
She remains in the moon for ten good minutes while a customer is in front of her to buy a perfume. She calls her again and again until she comes out of her lethargy. The saleswoman apologizes and cashes her in right away. The customer pays her order and leaves right after.
Sitting on her chair, the lady remembers this frail and unattractive man. He had saved her one evening in December against three thugs two weeks earlier. Even though he was completely drunk and without stature, he still dared to oppose these three men at that time! Foolhardy, he has nothing to envy to anyone however, she didn't even get to thank him properly that night! She knows that someone came to her rescue that night, but she forgot his face. How can she leave out such an important detail?
Her heart sinks with worry at the thought because she has no idea what has become of him. After all, she left the morning after the attack having completely put aside his presence. She got up without looking back and did not look over her shoulder, the guilt then invades her at the moment until she loses her breath. She starts to lament on the spot and to cry. She is terribly sorry to have left this wounded stranger who needed help behind her, alone and defenseless, on the ground...
Out of pride, she immediately swallows her dramatic thoughts, her worry and her tears. Because she is at work and can't afford to be sad and have people find out about her unhappiness. The problems must remain in the cupboard, from the moment one crosses the door of the store, even if it is very hard for her, there, now. She is like that this young lady of twenty years. Strong, proud, brave and a real fighter since her parents left her twelve years ago.
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