Hold My Hand

Chapter Sixteen

-You know...

- Yes, it was done on purpose. I wish it would end there...

- You are actually stupid, you know?!

- It would be much better, Mary.

- Well, I would be blamed, wouldn't I?!

- To be honest, I do not care.

- My back hurts. Shall we sit in the park?

He took off his glasses.

The deep sea wrapped its powerful arms around me and embraced my soul.

- Yes, but there are stairs here. I... I'm afraid that... and I have no idea what to do, I mean..." I mumbled

I could no longer look out and fill my lungs with oxygen when I was dragged into the depths. The waves were shining quietly in the moonlight as if it were his duty to tear me apart and break my heart.

When I got to the bottom, the silent screams of the waves crashing on the rock and the seagulls could barely be heard, and they seemed to me to be the last sounds that I would be able to hear.

- Mary, - I heard the sound full of mysteries of the sea again.

- What? 

- Don't worry about whether you will succeed or not.

- What?

- It doesn't matter if I make it there alive or not.

- What does it mean, it's simple?! You don't even care what I'm going to do! What will your mother think?!

- Just hold my hand.

- And?..

- Trust me.

- Why?

- You'll see.

I touched his warm hand with my frozen fingers.

- Don't tremble.

- I'm afraid!

We entered the lobby with slow steps. He was "looking" at me. He tried to penetrate me with his gaze, but he couldn't, just like anyone else.

- Now?

- What now?

- The park is far away.

- Relax.

- What do you mean "relax"?! I take responsibility for myself, and you!.. and you answer me like this!

- If you help me now, I promise, I will tell you.

He fluttered his long eyelashes.

- Come on! Don't you want this game to be over? Good! Hold my hand and don't let go.

We reached the crossroad in silence.

- Are we at the crossroad?

- Mhm.

Silence again.

- Don't let go of my hand! - I repeated

One step... another...

The roar of the engine, the buzz...

A wooden bench.

- Thank God! - I whispered and fell on the bench.

- Good.

- That I survived the prison?

- Exactly.

- Oh you!..