Would you tie my shoelaces? [ENGLISH VERSION]

06. Or as you wish

I have spent my entire life trapped between various masks without knowing my true face. I've spent my entire life drowning my sorrows in my eating problems, music, and various series and movies that decide to show up on the television since I have since it all began. But none of that matters, and it shouldn't because it never should have mattered or did.

Since the "time to be brave" incident I have not been able to escape again with Enid from the hell I live in. I also haven't gone back to hanging out with my group of girlfriends. I honestly don't feel like myself with them, although I used to. The thing is, even if I try to go back to it, I only feel more awkward than before.

However words don't work to express what I feel. Or what I try to feel at least.

I like to believe that words are musical notes arranged and played in various and different ways by people. The bad thing is, each of them are not played as they should in my opinion. Instead, they go out of tune or are played and even arranged in a bad way by people. Which ruins the music completely.

Skyy.00

I need to escape from here. >:(

4fterlifee

Hey, the good thing is that they let you keep in touch with me :))))

Skyy.00

Actually... I'm using the phone without permission.

4fterlifee

...

Avis. I really can't with you lmaoo

*gif of dog dying of laughter*.

Skyy.00

*repeats sticker*

I laughed silently while I was in my parents' bedroom, but I ended up keeping quiet quickly when I heard footsteps. I left my cell phone where Natalie had hidden it, sat down on the sofa in the middle of the room and turned on the TV to pretend I had been watching a series or movie for a while.

That's when she came in.

"Mom says to come downstairs, she wants to talk to you." Ingrid commented, seconds later she took my phone from Natalie's hiding place and went downstairs with me to the kitchen with the witch. She was waiting for me in the kitchen sitting unconcerned at the dining table. Ingrid approached her and put the phone in front of her resting it on the table.

"Sit down." I sat down. Only to be stared at by the woman, "I'll give you back the phone, and you'll go with your friends...".

They weren't even my friends anymore, I thought.

"...But the moment you try to do the same idiotic thing you did last week; forget about all that. "Do you understand me?" I just nodded, but I was waiting for him to answer in my stupid voice. I'm talking to you.

"Yes, I understood," I replied bitterly.

I went back upstairs and sat on the couch in the living room upstairs. I remembered my weight from this morning and smiled that I no longer weighed 50kg, but now it was 49.5kg. It's not always easy to weigh myself with the scale in those selfish people's room, but today I managed to do it without difficulty. Although to tell the truth, my goal was 40kg.

I wrote Enid again on Instagram and let her know that I was no longer grounded, which made her think about asking me out. Just me and her. Me and her.

The idea of being alone didn't make me uncomfortable or upset, it just made me nervous. It had been so long since I had been out alone with just one person somewhere and not in a group. It was again something new for me.

Enid wanted to go to the new fair that had opened not so far from where I live incarcerated, so Natalie didn't mind taking Enid, Ingrid and me at five o'clock in the afternoon. When we arrived we parted, thank God, and while Natalie and Ingrid went to the little boat that lifted you up in the sky and turned your stomach. The last time I went on one a kid threw up as soon as the game started.

Enid and I went on the carousel. I spent most of it in silence, but as usual she managed to get me talking and break the ice in her unique and special way. A burp was what did it. While I went blank, mute, her emerald eyes just looked into my honey-colored windows and she started laughing. An act that in a few minutes I began to repeat without realizing it.

"Gross" I joked with laughter as the game continued to move along with his childish music playing at full volume.

"Thank you, thank you," she said between bows as if it was a prize he was receiving after all his hard work.

After the carousel ended the fun began this time. We went to play several of the games where you got prizes at the fair, and I ended up winning every one of them; Enid was lousy. We played marbles, darts, fishing hoops, bowling, and many more. It was the can toss where Enid got distracted by a churro and lost. She ended up buying it and for some reason I ended up taking a bite; it had been so long since I had last bitten into one. After that, we just walked around for a while until we found a quiet place where no one would be able to bother us and we could rest.

That's when the bad jokes started.

"Why is it good to put sugar on the pillow?" Enid looked at me with a knowing look on her face, "to have sweet dreams."

Her laughter was the only melody other than the one that could be heard throughout the fair that covered my ears.

"Do you know the name of Bruce Lee's vegan cousin?"

"No, which is it?" I answered confused.

"Broco Lee," she said with a chuckle.

I just smiled at her joke, and then remembered a much better one.

"Hey, hey, I have another one," Enid half stopped laughing and paid attention to me. "A person was run over and killed at the movie theater."

"Why?

"She didn't see the trailer."

Then I lost Enid. Their laughter soon turned to guffaws, and anyone who happened to be nearby would stare at us watching this pair of idiots laughing their heads off at bad jokes like there was no tomorrow. Then we stopped, already with a sore panhandle from laughing so much, but we did it, and then we stood up and went to the Ferris wheel as the last game before they started to close the fair or Natalie called us to go "home".

As we entered the wheel of fortune booth I plugged in my headphones and pretended to listen to my songs, but Enid took it without permission and did whatever she wanted. She set her cell phone to start recording, unplugged my headphones, and started playing a song I had never heard before.

"Come on, let's dance," were her words, but I didn't understand how that would be possible if we were in a moving box. It didn't matter though, because she just grabbed my torso and did what the music forced her to do.

"But..." I hurriedly uttered, which didn't stop her.

The melody continued, her arm moved across my body, made me turn, made me move, and made me laugh and smile. I almost forgot that there was a camera recording everything. I was moving, she was moving, she was spinning, and I was making her move too. The booth was moving, but that didn't matter, it helped us to follow the rhythm of the song, and then she was glued to my shoulder, slow dancing. And just as the song ended, her greenish eyes, those emerald ones, were deeply locked on mine.

"Bailando Bachata, that's the name of the song," were her last words, before she stopped recording and left the booth, since it had stopped already.