The existing non-existing girl

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                                                                   The existing non-existing girl

Loving eyes work like magnets to everyone who seeks fullness on emptiness

There were beautiful trees with countless different figures on both Genesis' sides. The car's safe speed made them fall behind, creating a colourful wall shaped with many shades of green, brown and orange. It was beautiful. Authentic.

The atmosphere was wonderful too, with young-ish laughs filling the air caused by silly jokes her husband would tell their children: Johnny, an eight-year-old kid, and Arthur, a thirteen old usual teenager. It was sunny but cold, the road was slightly slippery from the drizzle and some slow could vaguely be seen by the sides of the road. Genesis was careful, she always was a very responsible woman, and now with kids, even more, she has become.

Genesis was born to be a mother, her golden heart and soft hands always handled any child with love and talent. Her beautiful eyes too, full of kindness, could naturally ease every kid's troubled mind and childish fears. Everyone loved her, children and adults, Genesis was a woman of good.

She kept a normal speed while driving, carefully looking at the road with divided attention, between her driving and her husbands jokes.

It happened fast and abruptly, where the perfect comparison would be a blink of an eye. But in a matter of a second so much can happen. And it did, a lot did happen, but the hit, the hit was just the beginning.

There was a loud noise and everyone screamed, including Genesis, but Arthur was the first one to notice something.

"Mom! You're going to hit the girl!" he yelled but it was already too late. Genesis pressed the brake in desperation but the loud noise of an impact was still heard. Her husband had screamed "watch out" before the hit but nothing couldn't really prevent what looked like destiny. The girl flew, danced above the car and landed some meters behind it. Everyone froze and Genesis fought back some tears.

"No one leaves the car. Mom will be right back," she says, before opening the door and exiting such a powerful machine, strong enough to do horrible things when wrongly used. Genesis ran towards the girl, who in size looked to age around her oldest kid. Her small and damaged body was laid on the floor, surrounded by blood, and the girl's eyes were closed. Genesis checked her pulse. The little girl was dead. "Oh my god... oh no...please... this can't be happening!" Genesis cries, her hands on the girls face, still searching for some sign of life. "Dan! Call 911 now!"

And so he did. Twenty minutes, they said, twenty minutes and appropriate help would be taking control of the situation. They waited those twenty minutes, Arthur and Johnny in the car, with their backs to the girl so they wouldn't see her, and Dan outside, trying to console his tearful wife. Twenty minutes passed and the paramedics were nowhere to be found. Dan looked up again, to face the scene while his wife was still hiding her face on her lover's chest, but when he did, he found no girl, no body and no blood.

"G-genesis... Look." That's all he could say.

They looked around, Genesis roomed her hands on the floor looking for blood, Dan checked the car's front which was previously stained with their red and dark sin, but nothing. The car was clean, so was the floor, and so was Genesis once bloodied hands.

She was young, innocent and little. Blond curly hair and pink dress, old-fashioned but girly. She looked so real and even so, no one could explain how none of what they did could be found just a few minutes later.

When you hold a golden heart, you'll be hunt by the good and by the evil, only because there's no soul in our world, that doesn't desire even the tiniest taste of what it might feel like peace.