At The Mercy Of Evil

Chapter Three

When I closed the door to my room, I forgot that Maria was present, and without being able to keep my feelings anymore, the tears began to fall non-stop through my eyes, the pain I was feeling was so immense that I felt the squeezing in the middle of my chest and the pain made me touch the place. With the pain came also the hiccups during the crying. I wanted to scream, I wanted to run away, but I didn't have the strength. Over time the shortness of breath dominated my body, making me nervous.

"My girl, what are you feeling?" "Why are you like this? Tell me, I'm worried about you.- you keep asking, yet I just cry.

"It hurts, Mary," I say, agonizing with every squeezing of the region where my heart is.

"Where my dear?" asks in vain, wiping away my tears.

"Here, right here—I take your hand and take it to where my heart is. "Please make it stop.—I beg and she hugs me by making a caress in my head.

"What is it, my child?—I scare Mary as I stand out by walking away from her. Suddenly I feel my skin burn like they're throwing me several times into a volcano.

"My whole body is burning!"— I say looking at my skin and automatically remember its touch on my cheeks, my arm, my hair, my leg, and I feel disgusted, I feel dirty. And with that I end up hurting my skin from doing so much friction to try to get the remnants out of your touch.

"Stop it, Luna. You're getting hurt," says frightened Mary holding my hands.

"You're not well, darling, I'll call Father Miguel— when she insinuates his name I go into despair.

"No, please don't call him. I don't want him near me—I beg you to kneel at your feet.

"Calm down, Luna. Tell me what's going on? Why don't you want me to call him?— says me getting up and putting me to bed. "What has he done to you, my angel?" again the question by looking into my eyes.

"Please, just stay here with me—she sits next to me and hugs me, and in her lap I keep crying passing on the terrible scenes in my mind.

"Calm down, lie here," she says, and my body slips so that my head is on her legs. And then she starts singing a song from when I was a kid and woke up scared because of a nightmare, and all the time during the act her hand never stopped making my head cuddly.

I don't know what moment I ended up sleeping, but when I opened my eyes, Maria was no longer in my room. I'm lonely and hurt, my soul is hurt. The desire I have is to lock myself in the room and never leave again, however I remember that the person who caused me such pain is a few meters away from me, and that he will again want to approach me again. I could wait another three days, which is when I'm 18, but I don't feel safe here anymore, I have to go far away from it. I look at the clock next to the bed and I see it's 6:30 in the morning, if I get ready I can pretend I'm going to school and I'm never going back to this hell.

And so I do, I get my backpack by removing all the books inside it and putting on the few pieces of clothing I have. Feeling dirty, I'll take jeans and a blue long-sleeved blouse and go to the bathroom. During the bath I rub myself hard until my skin is red, just so I feel like I take all that disgusting dirt out of me. It doesn't take long and I'm already dressed and with my hair in a coe, as I didn't have time to wash my hair, and he touched and took to his narins, I was disgusted when his hair touched my skin, so I decided to arrest him in a way that didn't happen again, and to think that my hair was one of the things I liked most about myself, and it only took a touch of it for that to change. I look at the clock and it's time for the arrival of the van, so I go down the stairs and go towards the door... Soon I'll be free.

"Luna, where are you going?"" asks Sister Maria, making me stop at the place. I couldn't tell her.

"To school, Sister. Where else would I go?—I say forcing a smile to be as convincing as possible.

"But girl, you're not well, go back to bed and get some more sleep.

Don't worry, Sister. I'm fine, soon I'll be back.—I say hugging her and depositing a kiss on her cheek. "Thank you for everything Maria. I know I never told you this, but I love you, you're the mother I never had.— I smile at her and turn my back, walking toward the van without waiting for your answer. And as I walk through the door clean a tear that falls from my eyes... That's what's best for me, staying away from him is the best thing for me.

The van as always leaves me in front of the school, I hope that all the children who came in the car with me enter your floor and also that the van disappears from my sight to start my escape. As I had nowhere to go, I just walked into one street and went out on another, stayed like this for long hours, enough for me to be far enough away, so no one would find me. I had not had breakfast in the morning and my belly was already snoring with hunger, I sit on the bench of a park and open the backpack and i pick up a bag where it contained some notes of money and some coins, I count and I see that I only have 10 dollars. It's too little for the situation I'm in, but it'll do, i'll save as much as I can. I get up and look for a bakery nearby, after about 15 minutes i meet. When I enter I take a bottle of water of a liter and a half and i take a package containing 8 loaves, then I go to the cashier, and in this place I leave 6 dollars and now I have only 4 dollars.

I go back to the park and sit under a tree where it smoths and watch children play with their parents. And it makes me think that maybe if my mom had accepted me, I wouldn't be here today. I wouldn't be suffering and having to live on the street. My eyes fill with tears, but I don't allow myself to cry, I'm already away from him, he'll never touch me again. I take the bread packet and open it and just like a loaf of bread with a little water. I have to make these eight loaves of bread. When I finish I keep everything in my backpack and i'll hold it.