stars//phan

chapter II

Dan was scared. His head was too heavy to realize how to breath properly so his breath was shallow and he didn't even fell like he was breathing. He felt like he was falling. His hands were all shaky and pale from the rain and the storm was getting louder and louder. He finally ran into the house and quickly closed the door.

"Great" he thought „i probably woke up grandparents."

He carefully started walking towards his bedroom when all of a sudden a little light appeared in the kitchen. Dan turned his head to the lighted room and shyly walked into the kitchen.

He was sure his grandma just forgot to take her medicines or grandpa can't sleep again.

Because who else could've that been?

They did live with one more person but she was never walking out of her room. And Dan honestly didn't care about her. His grandma was making sure she was even alive but for Dan she was dead anyways.

And when he walked through the door, he felt his heart slowly stopping beating. In front of a table was sitting a little, skinny women. Her hair was a mess and her breath was all heavy and trembly. She was curled up on a wooden chair, her head all hidden between her bony legs.

"Mom?"

The tears were falling down boy's cheeks and he had no idea why. Because of a storm? Cold? Because of seeing his mom for the first time in four years?

She slowly picked her head up. Her skin was paler then snow, eyes looking like they were almost the same shade as her white cheeks, from her lips was dripping blood because of a constant lip bites. She looked like a ghost.

There was nothing right about the way she looked, nothing human.

She was looking blindly into the wall, unaware that her son is standing right next to her, crying, screaming to her. Yelling. Panicking.

"Hello? It's me, your son." he said angrily.
She looked at the window, at the tree where landed a yellow, small bird and whispered slowly:

"A bird..."

Dan raised his eyebrows and nervously bit his lip.

"What...W-What a fuck?" he stammered.

"You know...I always liked this musical...What was it called?" she smiled turning her head in his direction.

"I don't know...M-Moulin Rouge?" he whispered sitting in front of her. He felt weak, he didn't know if he should just go and leave her alone or stay and spend some time with his mom. In some way, even talking about birds and musicals.

"Ah yes, Moulin Rouge" she giggled softly.

And then she started singing...And it wasn't just a normal song but the song from Dan's childhood. The only thing that was always reminding him that once...he had a mother.

"There was a boy...a very strange, enchanted boy..." she sang. She had a beautiful, calming voice and Dan couldn't help but smile because of all the memories he had.
When a mother was kissing his forehead every night before sleep.
When she was laughing every morning with his grandparents and when it was happening Dan was just...looking...looking at his mother's smile.
Appreciating her happiness as it could go away any minute.
And it went, didn't it?

"They say he wandered very far
Very far over land and sea
A little shy and sad of eye
But very wise, was he
And then one day
One magic day he passed my way
While we spoke of many things
Fools and kings
This he said to me..." *