The Cave

Yahia

Two big cases, they opened them, two big cases full of money. "So you wanna help us? This amount of money is enough to do the thing??" - ...
- Before you answer, you can't dream of this money, and you can help us, you can't refuse, else...
- Who would refuse this in these situations? Quarter of this amount or even less can buy me easily.
- So you'll be helping?
- I'm not crazy to refuse an offer like this?
- Then deal. When you'll start?
- At your sign.
- Then, tomorrow you'll bring that phone, we'll use it for some minutes, then you'll give it back, the thing will happen in two weeks.
- Deal.
I thought he was kidding, that he may take the money and escape, but he brought the phone, the one that no one used except him. They put something strange. They were very Careful. He took the phone back, and still I was thinking he'll drop it somewhere.
Two weeks later, I heard an explosion. I thought I became deaf. It was huge and they came near to me, smiled with their smoky breathes and said: Your Yahya is dead now, our buses will continue going their ways to our heaven, and our buildings will hug the dancers. You're done now. Betraying is here. Hating is here. Greed is here. Everyone can give up on their family members as you saw, and that's why they can give up on you. The old boy led his cousin to us, and soon you'll be us too.
"That jerk, he did it and abandoned his aunt, her husband and their son. What was he thinking? Were was his mind? Did the money affect him that much? Or didn't he have some love? How could he see him smiling like nothing is happening? How could he make plans and give a hand or two hands to get rid of him? How could he look at his aunt's eyes not feeling guilty? Is he human or monster? How could he drive his family to this? How could he present them sorrow and sadness like they deserve it or like it's a great gift? Just how could he do it? To plant malice in beautiful hearts. To crash the pure mirror. To transfer the crystal lagoon to a black one. To make flowers wizen through some selfish acts."
"Where was your mind? How dare you to hurt and harm? Where did you bury your heart? Your feelings? How did you become one of them?"
He was looking at me saying all this. He didn't move and didn't move anything. He had some strange eyes. He didn't say anything. He became one of them, and I understood that my words won't change anything. I took a deep breath. I screamed on his face. I cried silently until my lungs burnt and I called for the last time: Yahya.

Some voices are coming close and far away, acting like some waves on the bay, making me stand between the say and don't say, when I know that I won't say, with some clowns down they lay, having fun on me with their play, ruining the debris in my life every day, pretending they're preys when no one is considered as a prey.