At The Mercy Of Evil

Chapter Four

"Hey girl, wake up!"- says a male voice touching my arm. "Girl, wake up. You can't sleep here in the park. When I open mine and sit down, I see that it's a guard.

"I have nowhere to go," I say by lifting up and hugging my backpack. I was almost crying, I was scared, scared and to make matters worse it was night.

After staying in the park earlier I realized I had nowhere to sleep, until I saw a more hidden place with some trees and decided that it would be there that I would spend the night. As I was hungry for just eating two buns with some water today, I went to try to sleep to stop feeling the pain in my belly.

"It's not my fault if you're a rebellious girl who ran away from her parents, now get out of here," says the guard mocking my situation, instantly with his words my eyes fill with tears and without wanting to hear any more poisonous words I put my backpack on my back and get out of there.

People really are bad, he just assumed in his mind something that's not true. He didn't bother to ask me if I was okay, why I'm in this situation. The almighty, all that knows, has stated something without any basis. But it's okay, this is no surprise, it's just people showing me that I'm right, I shouldn't trust anyone, I shouldn't expect anything from anyone. Enchanted princes only exist in drawings and in the real world the one who does not save, ends up dying.

I walk a little further down the street that is motionless, I don't know what time it is, but it's late at night, people at this hour should be in their homes, fed and warm under the cover of their beds. Since it's close to my birthday, I knew I'd have to leave the orphanage and go on living alone, which I was already, alone. However, I would have all the support to find a place for me to live and a job. But even that I couldn't have. Life give me something and then she takes it, the only thing I had was the orphanage and even that was taken away from me.

With my feet tired of walking, I see a woman lying on the sidewalk with two children, I decide to be close to her, I know I should not trust anyone, but because she is a woman and is with children my brain formula that that woman will do nothing to me, she has no way, not with two children. As I sit on the sidewalk, the woman looks suspiciously at me.

"Good night," I say. But she doesn't respond and the silence returns to the place, with a few glances from her towards me. Does she think I'm going to hurt her and the kids? As I keep brooding this in my mind, I get a little start to the sound of the children crying.

"Mama, hungry— says a little girl who appears to be 2 years old pulling her mother's shirt down, leaving in this way one of her breasts in sight, and promptly the child sucks it, however after a few seconds sucking the child wide of the breast and cries even louder. Which makes me confused.

"Mama, hunger— repeats once again squeezing the woman's bounth.

"Calm down, my angel. Let's go to sleep passing away— the woman says trying to calm the child in her lap and even in the dark I realize that she cries.

"Mom, I'm hungry too," this time the talker is a child in his four son. "My belly hurts, Mom," she says, crying. And then the woman's cry joins those of the children. Sorry about the whole situation, I call her.

"Ma'am," she looks at me, so I go on," I have some loaves here, I know it's little, but I can give you four loaves. And also some water. —she looks at me and cries hiding her face with her hands. How long has it been since they eat?

I take the bag of bread in my backpack and remove four loaves of bread, leaving two for me. "Here, you need it more than I do—she stands there staring at the bag with the buns, and the attitude comes from the 4-year-old who takes the bag from my hand and opens up taking a loaf of bread and taking a bite.

"Thank you, you're an angel. It's been three days since we've had anything to eat, and no more milk my breast produces—it speaks in the midst of crying and I cry with it. "May God bless you, for I have no way," he says with a look of gratitude. She takes the bag in the child's hand and takes the bread offering the little girl who also eats and she does the same. When they finish eating the breads, I offer water to all of them who drink in the disposable cup. And after a few hours seeing those two children sleeping peacefully makes me happy to be able to at least lessen some of their pain. And it doesn't matter that I had to give up some things.

"How did such a good and beautiful girl get here?— the woman asks me by taking me out of my daydreams. I look directly into your eyes and say:

"The wickedly of the human being has brought me here— I say, and his gaze of curiosity turns to pity. "And I imagine that's the same reason you're here,"I keep saying it and in your eyes I see sadness.

"Yes," she says, covering her children with a cloth with several tears and closing her eyes. And I understood it as if the matter was over, and I respect your choice, because just like her, I didn't want to delve into painful memories.

And sitting on the sidewalk in the middle of silence with the sight of the full moon and the stars above my head, I ask God to take care of me, and to help me in this difficult phase of my life.