He, an Ephemeral Story.
The Before Him
Two long years since she no longer had the privilege of sharing a hot meal on a round table in a crowded kitchen with her two parents united. ''Could be a blessing after all'' she thought to herself, as their previous dinners always ended in a ''you don't deserve me'', and a ''you need psychiatric help'', maybe later on with some moaning, but never a real deal, never a real presence of their souls hovering hand-in-hand, around the house, she has ever felt.
When the clock hit 9pm, like a guard, in stiff steps she headed towards the bathroom, took a toothbrush so nasty that dark spots started to invade its bottom, while its top looked like the burnt hair of a fausse-blonde. After spitting toothpaste she looked at her reflection in the mirror, she might have seen a teenager, or a demon, no one knows. ''Time for bed'' her mother cried before closing her bedroom door to steal the heart of some man on Skype.
She let herself fall onto her bed with the weight of a dead body, closed her eyes for hours, but no sleep was ever at the rendez-vous.
Her pillow, big enough to carry her tears, like a sponge, it absorbed her agony each and every night.Her bed was on top of that of her sibling, close enough to the rooftop, not regular rooftops, but very thin ones, those that make all sounds flow through them like ghosts; the cries of a hungry baby, the screams of a horror movie on someone's TV, or worse-the banging of her neighbours bed at 3am.
As the sunshine caressed her eye-lashes she felt as if she was hugged by angels, but the screams of an angry mother woke her from the dead.
''Don't ask me to talk to the door-man so that he lets you in if you ever go late!'' cried her mother in a silky robe tied to the waist. '' I won't be late" said she. Matter of fact she was not late, she arrived maybe too early, eager to start the day surrounded by careless teens as she has wished to be herself, but couldn't. The flag rose high, the chants even higher, covering the endless chatter of those horny teenagers but not for so long, as the bell rang,came time to sit for hours till some butts get flattened and some brains get drained. In a very sluggish manner, she headed towards her class, determined to focus on what the teacher has prepared to preach, but in a split second, on her way to the door she glimpsed a very distinctive backpack, it carried the color of both sea and sky and maybe a marecage full of frogs, and the back of a head, medium dark hair, plus very pale ears. She wanted to see more of it, to see behind the dark hair, but couldn't, as time was ticking for her to take her seat, ''That was a lovely backpack, I wish I had a similar one'' she murmured to herself before stepping into a chaotic classroom, that smelled both chocolate, and hormones.