Dark Alley

Chapter 5

     I opened my eyes. I had a long   sleep from yesterday and I'm so dizzy. I just feel unbalanced. Depressed. Obsessed of something I can't get. 

Urgh.

     I tried to make a sound, I am afraid of thinking that I lost it from yesterday. Fortunately, it's back. Yet my limbs are aching, I am still unsure if I can still normally move as if that injection from yesterday shocked me badly or has given me some bad effects. I'm used to having shots - but yesterday was different.

     It totally shot me down

     "Maricriss." That name, it's so good to say a new word. my first word in my dizzy sleep. Never I had a dream, as if I am entirely dead. I couldn't feel of waking up. It's like I just closed my eyes and bam. 

     "Good morning Foster." I hear someone. I turned my back to face him. Unfortunately it didn't sounded like him - I mean her. A masculine man entered with a tray on his hand. His chest has no curves, his eyes were sharp black. He isn't the one I'm expecting.

     "Where is Maricriss?" I asked, assuming that he might know. "Shouldn't she be the one doing that?" I focus my eyes on the tray his holding.

     "Eat this sir, if you don't want to starve to death," he says, ignoring my question. He places the tray on the ground and pushes it on my direction. He talked to me. But that wasn't enough, a lot of them have already tried that. Forcing me to eat the food they offer. But I won't eat it whether they like it or not. He turned back heading to his invisible exit.

     "Why are you ignoring me!" My voice raised. My jaws clenched. "You feed me yet you treat me like I am dead." A pause. "Why didn't you just kill me!" I stared at the white, pale, and bland walls. I stared at the soup on the ground, waiting to be eaten. "Kill me now!" I have done this before, it was a long time ago - it's of no use.

Don't cry.

Don't cry.

Don't cry.

I shut my eyes closed.

     I want to hide my face around the corner just to cry.

     I remembered my father. He used to talk about women, women for example like Maricriss and my mother. He talks about them like they're so polite and fragile. They're just girls. They are the opposite of boys. My father mentioned that most of their being are sensitive - but each one of them is unique - but then all them needs to be taken care of, strong or weak, ugly or beautiful. They're just girls. They need to beloved as much as we men do. One thing you can do to know their situation is just to read them through their eyes.

     Maricriss's eyes were beautiful. She's a woman but she stands like a man - a sign of bravery. Her face is covered in white except for those eyes, it's like her whole body camouflages in the colors of the walls, except for her blue eyes. I was so mesmerized. I knew there was something different around her. I wonder if all girls have those curves in their chest. I shook my head - I don't want to think of those. She looks better even without those. Well at least I wish all of them have those great blue eyes.

     "Maricriss get me out of here!" I kept yelling her name, I kept on yelling it like I wasn't sick of it. I will use her name - somehow I want her to pity me because for the first time in my entire stay here I said something I just meant. I stopped when I realized I completely lost my mind. "I want to get out of here!"

For the first time in my life.

For the first time.

I thought of getting out of here.

I want to get out of here.