Beyond The Line

Capitolo Primo

Everything seems to turn into a slow-motion video when you no longer see the beauty that it holds and the joy that it brings you. Since four years ago, since that fateful day, the slow-motion video that started recording and playing is still putting me as the focus of the lens.

I watched as the red lines turned itself to 7:00, another sleepless night. My body shivered from the lack of warmth as the fan is directly pointed at me, I shifted, pins and needles start its journey on the arm that I've been laying on for too long.

The blended orange and blue show through the silk curtains, dawn is welcoming itself. My tired eyes gaze out at the scene I've grown used to, little by little, the orange slowly fades away as the blue becomes more of the dominating colour. It's like a battlefield, a peaceful and beautiful battlefield, the blue slowing winning and taking over of what's left of the orange.

The water hit my skin, facing away from the showerhead, I took the smallest interest in the glass, the hot steam steadily covering it like a blanket. Before I knew it, the hot water has run out, and now my back was refreshed with the feeling of coldness, my already washed hair sticks to my face, some hanging while the rest lay. The white softness embrace me, I reached up to clear away the fog on the mirror, erasing of what's blocking the view and I drew my hand back when the circle was big enough to duplicate me. I lean closer, examining myself, my nose covered freckles caught my attention. I've never appreciated them on me, they just look too...artificial, if anyone gets what I mean.

I stare at my lost hazel eyes, like a forest, my eyes were the fawn, the spring fawn who got separated from her mother, confused and lost. With water dripping from my hair, I disconnected my eyes from my reflection and started getting ready.

I stare at my lost hazel eyes, like a forest, my eyes were the fawn, the spring fawn who got separated from her mother, confused and lost. With water dripping from my hair, I disconnected my eyes from my reflection and started getting ready.

Reaching my room again, the letter blocks that spelled my name 'Brea' is now showing bits of wood behind the blue paint, peeling off on the edges. The curtains already opened, my bed already made. Light discovered my room, sitting on the bed was a woman I've known for 16 years of my life. Her brown curls bounce on her shoulder as she walked over to me, the visible eye bags under her eyes that's been more defined lately. She offered me her smile that never seems to reach her eyes; I return the offer by trying to fake one.

She left without a word, leaving the door slightly open when exiting. I took a glance outside; anxiety started building up inside me, I don't want to go out there. Everyone says life is an adventure and you should enjoy it while you can, for me, it has become an unknown world.