REBIRTH
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13 years later ...
> Adrian asks me
> I laugh showing the dimples, which apparently everyone says I look much more beautiful if I show them. Adri is my best friend. I've known him since I ended up in the hospital, that damn night I don't remember anything about, apart from the heat in my back and my mother screaming. Returning to Adri, he has always been close to me, he has always protected me. He has one big flaw though. He doesn't accept a no as a no. Yes, he is a beautiful boy: eyes like chocolate, tall, blond, but I would never be able to think of him in a different way from that of a brother. I am aware that it is not the same for him, but unfortunately life sucks and we know it.
>. Ines, my classmate, and companion on "wrong roads", approaches me. She grabs my hands and pulls me to her, hugging me. Her blonde hair covers my face. She has a lower lip piercing on the right, and green eyes that can lie so easily.
> I scream, returning her hug.
> she smiles at me making an ironic bow.
The doorbell rings. I enter the classroom and as soon as the lessons begin, my gaze is lost out of the window. Admiring the sun that slowly warms what the past winter had frozen, "maybe it would also warm my heart".
Suddenly I feel Ines's hand on my shoulder, I start to turn around but I have the sensation of having seen a shadow jump in front of the window. It would be impossible since we are on the 3rd floor. I decide not to report it, it will be the lack of caffeine. I turn to Ines and notice her pleased face.
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I look down in the direction she indicated, and I find myself hearts and love phrases drawn on the notebook.
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And there it was, the impenetrable gaze of the English teacher. If it were not for the age and for the shity character hmmmm!
> I tell her, holding back a laugh. And just when I think the predator has dropped its prey, a pain in my arm makes me scream.
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We go out slamming the door. And the professor after us, threatening to bring the principal.
> Ines urges me.
> I stop and put my hands on my knees.
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She takes me by the hand and pulls me into the schoolyard. We approach the fence behind the building and she steps over it.
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She laughs, testing me. I take off my heels and throw them at her making them land next to the face of Ines, who had just been lying on the ground.
> I yell, climbing over the fence with the risked of tearing my socks.
> the English teacher looks like a furious mammoth as soon as he sees us. I grab my shoes and we start running.
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God how I missed this crazy woman! I never imagined that a month without her would almost make me a little saint. "
Arriving in the city, I put my shoes back on and we enter a bar on the corner of the street. Ines starts flirting with the bartender, while I look around to make sure no one can be a spoilsport.
Suddenly, two green eyes meet mine. He has black hair, and he looks like a soap and water boy. I can't see how tall he is, since he's sitting. From behind he seems to be quite robust. He has a familiar presence, but I don't know where to get it from exactly, I turn around asking Ines, hoping she can enlighten me. Unfortunately without result. We finish two beers and toast to our eternal freedom. Just when I thought I might start having fun I hear the phone ring.
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I knock her in the face hoping to leave things as they are. I don't want to hear from my mother again when she complains that I don't look like a girl, but a boy. I can already hear her "Zaraza, you should have the character like your external beauty, you are so beautiful and you have that character that makes me suffer so much sometimes!" I also imagine how she puts her hands on her eyes. Yes, my mother loves being a victim. And that's why I almost always make her speak for herself.
I finish drinking and turn to look for those green eyes again, just not to think about what awaits me at home. But to my chagrin he's gone.
I decide to go home, because I no longer want to wander around a bar. I want to read, to shut myself up in that space of time stuck between reality and imagination. And what can such a feeling offer but a good book, a cup of hot tea, and my beloved closet.
We already know that most teenagers of my age would pay gold to own a place like this. I was 15 when my father, after a few weeks of traveling in Turkey, where he works, returned home. He found me sad, lost, school was bad, Adri was on vacation and I didn't know Ines well yet, so I felt alone. He convinced my mother to take me to see a movie, although, more than she was the one to be convinced. But after a lot of insistence he succeeded. Back home in the evening, I found my father in my room, sitting on the bed.
> by saying these he points to a black wardrobe, which to tell the truth it was not a wardrobe, but only a dark spot at the same level with the walls where a few hours before there were the windows of my bedroom. But now the window was gone, the room was dark, completely dark. So much that it terrified me that I had made my father feel guilty. After all, his guilt had led him to darken my room. what he thought, that i'm going through the emo period of adolescence?
But my beloved father, knew me too much. Noticing the insecurity of all this in my eyes, he took me by hand, and directed me towards those strange doors.
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When the creaking of those wooden doors was heard, I could no longer hold back the tears. Inside that kind of wardrobe, which at first sight was not the best, I found paradise. A small mattress with cream-colored sheets, and shelves filled with my books were illuminated by the light of the setting sun. My bedroom window became my refuge that day. I can't tell you if magic exists, but I just know that from that moment on I realized that my father was a wizard. "
When I got home, since no one was there, I run to my room. I throw my shoes where it happens and find my corner of paradise. From the window I look at the small lake surrounded by pine trees, I love my city. I close the doors and lie down on that little mattress. I take pride and prejudice off the shelf and lose track of time by reading, I fall asleep.
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A strange sensation comes to life in the stomach, and rises up the spine. I'm starting to get hot. I feel my limbs blocked, even though I feel them tremble. My breath becomes labored, the chills take control of my skin, and some plump, soft but at the same time cold lips caress my neck. I feel immersed in the strong arms of a stranger, with a familiar feeling. I can't concentrate, and losing control with the awareness of dreaming, I let myself go. I put my arms around his neck and desperately search for his lips. Suddenly, like some kind of impact, his lips kiss mine. They seem to look after me and fill me with feelings and emotions I have never experienced. I caress his back and he continues to kiss me violently. I realize this all seems too real to be just a dream and I freeze. I open my eyes as I jumped out of bed, and find myself on my knees, feeling like I've been kissed on the forehead by a man with yellowish green eyes. My mind had taken on that image by now. I wake up completely and my thoughts immediately fly to the stranger I saw in that bar today. Burst out laughing.
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