And I found a thing more bitter than death, the woman whose heart is snares and nets, and whose hands are fetters; whoever pleases God will escape it; but the sinner will be taken by her.
Ecclesiastes 7:26
Some things may be worse than others, but more inconvenient than death, only life.
Poor is he who lives a life without freedom, a fetter is everything that takes away freedom, a symbol of slavery or property, a fetter is often represented by a gold bow around the neck, beautiful and ostentatious like a jewel, but still a mark of slavery. Lilith, the first woman created by God, created as was the man of clay, a being as individual and his own as Adam, he who could not put a fetter on her, was free, too free. They say that even hell doesn't hold as much resentment as a rejected woman, but you don't really know what hell is until you meet a whole woman, a woman who unleashes shackles and takes revenge on the world.
Aura as usual, woke up at the time she liked, when she could no longer bear to turn over in bed and force herself to sleep, she was exhausted, tired from sleeping so much and living so much, those long days had no end, no matter how much she slept or played video games they didn't pass, they dragged along like Sundays, as if long chains had to be dragged through her, wherever she went. She blew out the candle on the edge of her bed, and the others across her room, stretched her back and opened the window to stare at the sunset, as beautiful as it could be, not that any kind of natural beauty could charm her, but there were other things that touched her feelings.
There was a lack of indecision in her personality that late afternoon, so she ended up getting ready faster than she planned, she was ready to leave much sooner than she expected. She would go to the house of Roman, her best friend, so they could go to the party at the house of an acquaintance. "Acquaintance" this was practically a joke, they had never seen the face of the owner of the house, they only knew his younger brother who seemed to stay at anyone's house so as not to stay at his own, it was as if he never wanted to go back to the land where the huge house met, except, of course, to throw parties.
- Please don't forget the candles, you know what happens. - Says the woman with a certain tenderness in her eyes, handing Aura the paper bag with candles, the same bag she received every time she went to sleep outside the house for as long as anyone could remember.
- You know there are candles at Roman's house, Mom. - She reassures her, trying her best not to be rude, she was swallowing some things dry, but sketched a fragile smile on her face trying not to create a conflict. She tried to return the brown paper bag, but her mother made no move to take it. At Roman's house there were stacks and stacks of these bags, this one would go in the trash as soon as it walked through the door.
- Don't forget your medicine too! - The look given by the girl shuts her up, the classic look of teenage contempt that can silence any parent, even if Aura is no longer a teenager.
She turns her back saying nothing else, but the churning in the pit of her stomach made her sick, that hatred that seemed to consume her in silence would never end until she spoke what was kept in her core, but how she could no longer get involved n conflicts, she couldn't do much more than allow herself to choke. The car and his driver were waiting for her at the door, impatiently, she winked at him, smiling at her charm, and before getting into the car she threw the bag of candles as hard as she could into the trash can, knowing her mother would watch from the window.
- I frankly thought you were dead. - He grumbles dissatisfied with the delay. She answers without thinking.
- I would certainly rather be.
- I haven't heard about you for days, not even your brother has seen you, and I thought if I came here, and you weren't here, I will landed you in hot water. - He mutters angrily.
- And that's your business now, Roman? Where am I or am I not? - Cut with her razor tongue.
- Go to hell Aurora. - Curses trying to ignore the girl's personality.
- It's certainly where I'd rather be.
