The Waves

Who is she?

"It's 09.00 AM Lux! Isn't that too late for you?"

I pull off my sheaths from my face, but, the light swiftly coming in from the window glasses blind me. I squint my eyes. They feel like lasers trying to pierce me. I cover my lit face with the blanket  once again to block the irritant. Within moments I open back up to see my comfortably lit room with a Mom trying to make her daughter up from the bed to start her day.

"Get up Luxyy! I need to leave for my trip. And what a mishmash have you splittered around!" My mom beside the bed, waiting for me to stand up.

       I wake up to find the mess on the floor I'd done last night due to an irresistible teen's rage monster which didn't run into a hulk, but still wanted to break everything around. It is obvious getting frustrated at nothing and ramping like an elephant to calm down the growing adrenaline in the young veins.

"Hun, you should behave decently. Is there anything you wanna share?"

I mutter frustrated,"No mom I'm fine."

"You sure?" still giving another try like a concerned mother. Well she is one.

"Ofcourse I am. There's nothing to worry."

"Then my lord wake up! It's already late." She tries to cheer me with her excited tone which makes me smile everytime she does so. She lightly slides her fingers beneath the blue coloured silk blanket which was a Christmas gift from my Uncle, Dave Hopkins. Her cold digits tickle me wherever she caresses. I giggle lightly.

"Come-on Mom. I've grown up," I laugh outrageously as she continues to tease me from the tickles. She chuckles gently with a curve spread on her lips. Watching her smile makes my morning worth it. Her smiles had become finite from the day she ever got into the news of dad being accused of smuggling weapons and murdering the only clue which could lead the constabulary to the mastermind. All these events had drained the feeling of happiness from her. Her miseries grew more intense when Dad was found guilty and brought to a trial.

Faint memories grew up intensely in my brain.

"Order! Silence in the court." The judge announced for the crowd to remain shut and listen to his words. I was seated next to my mother and Uncle Dave. The distinct murmurs and whispers from the people were piercing the silence in the room and reaching out for my ears. I could hear some of them accusing my father and the others pitying over his miseries.

My dad could never do this. He is my hero after all. He pleaded the court about the fake evidences and the wrong accusations he was put in. I could hear him speaking that he was incorrupt. But his voice fell on deaf ears. Tears were rolling down my Mom's cheek. This was the first time I had ever seen her crying. Her eyes pinched and hands joined maybe praying to God for the justice. But God had his plans made up already.

The judge finally sentenced the case," On the pretext of all the evidence and witnesses in case One dot three two five the state versus  Mr. Steve Parker                                            , I find Mr.                                            Guilty of smuggling illegal weapons in the state and murdering Hamid el Jeddar, the lead for the police in the case of One dot two two seven. The accused is sentenced with 20 year imprisonment and a penalty of $ 2000.
The court is adjourned."

These words made every hope die chokingly in the open air.

Bath

I enter the balcony which is faced towards the main road. My brown hairs still dripping the water they've taken a hold of in their locks.

                     The day feels warm. I get too late to witness the sun rise and the birds flying over the mountains in the sky, destined for some undestined destination. People were already busy with their work. There were no happy passers who were out for a happy walk. The chirping of the birds and laughs of the happy people is no more audible at this time of the day. I wish I could here it all again. I wish I could turn back the time to feel it all once again. Sadly, no time machines are available in this world which could give me back the feel I wanted of a pure environment.

I come down in the hall.

Mom was already out for her business trip.

"She'd return back in a weak or two," I thought. Her trips are often delayed by extra tasks. I often worry about her. She's a very strong woman, thought me. But the tears she wept every night in her room could be heard by her soft sobs. I felt miserable when I heard her cry. I never want to see her sad.

                  I miss the old days when we were together. We were happy...
My father was a loving dad and a loving husband too. I sank into the memories.

"You're my princess Ev," he used to say.

Faint sounds surrounded me. The stillness in the room didn't feel quite. The laughters and giggles that once surrounded the room came alive once again through my impulses that were constantly flickering in my brain.

"Then what's mom?" I used to ask him. He was my hero.

"Uhm well she's my queen." Mom blushed when he used to say so.

"Why am I not your queen dad?"

"Because you're my Angel. And someone's meant to be your king too out in the world."

"Where's he dad?"

"Too many questions little head. You'll have to sleep first to find him. Grow up like your mother first," he chuckled at this point.

My thoughts were interrupted as the doorbell rang. All of the numbness once again surrounded the place. The happy laughters and voices were no more audible. The smiling faces had gone away, far in a distant world, where my eyes couldn't see them. Everything was still.

I peeped through the hole. A familiar face stood on the other side.