"There's No Need Of Wings To Fly"

Chapter 1 ~ Summer.

"Good morning beautiful" he said.

I winced, I didn't feel like waking up, not yet, and especially in summer when i could sleep more hours than usual.

"Hey, get up. It's late." he insisted.

"What do you want? COULD YOU LEAVE ME ALONE PLEASE?" I puffed angrily.

"That's a great way to say good morning to your father..oh well, this means that I'll eat the whole breakfast I prepared.."

He didn't even finish the sentence and I immedietely stood up, kissed my dad on his cheek and run in the kitchen to see what was waiting for me on the already set table.

Sometimes happened that my grandma brought some croissants with chocolate or cream, and this was one of those times. They were so good: I enjoyed them with a cup of coffee with milk and chocolate cereals. I had an awesome breakfast that morning.

I went out of my house quickly, saying good-bye to my mom, who was preparing lunch. I got on my bike and I was off like a shot...I didn't want to remain at home while out there there was such an amazing day and weather.

Do you ever feel empty, and so bad that it's like the air is going to suffocate you? Do you ever feel like being alone while everybody asks you tons of questions?

Well, I had one of those moments some days before: I went home and without telling anything to my grandma (who had cooked lunch for everyone), I took my art book and run outside in the openair, in the fields, in the green spaces in front of my house, and I got down on the grass, breathing slowly, and letting the tears run down my cheeks...there, where no one could see me crying.

I remember well that I took the book to desperetely try to study for next day's oral test, but nothing, my mind wandered. I thought about the things I had to endure; things, I thought, that no one could have said to me, but at the end I convinced myself, putting my self-esteem underground.

That day, instead, was different, I was particularly happy; but not like someone without worries, I WISH, I was just happy that the summer was finally here, and I didn't have to get through school every single day, and I could relax.

While I was riding and thinking about the places I could go to, memories of my-little-self came to my mind, memories in which I spent my days with my best friend...thinking about that, he once showed me a wonderful place, from which we could observe the best view of the area...of course, from the last time I went there at least five years have passed.

My mind went back to years before, when I always was with him; we were little, and I went to his house with my bike every single day and rang his doorbell. His mom opened the door nearly every time and I asked the prophetic question: "Is Jules there?", and that's when he came out and we went in the woods to walk, all carefree, just like in 'The Lion King', "Hakuna Matata", which in fact means carefree.

But now it wasn't like that, I was obsessed with my thoughts...we lost sight of each other a long time ago, we didn't keep in touch and we said hi to each other only when we met in the streets, and we never stopped to talk, everything ended there and we both went on on our ways..the same two ways which a long time ago were intersected with each other.

There were moments when I was feeling alone, sometimes I missed him and I wanted to have him back with me..

While I was thinking about these things, I didn't notice that I was going to end up in a hole. I immediately woke up from my thoughts and stopped the bike before the probable accident. I even started laughing alone..meanwhile I changed direction, focused on my next destination.

That place was exactly as I remembered it: a little green hill with some little bushes here and there, from where you could see a beautiful sunset...what a pity that it was morning.

I sat down, took my drawing pad, which I always brought with myself everywhere and started drawing. My mind wandered, thinking about all the things I could draw in that moment; I imagined oceans, openfields, high and sharp peaked mountains, flowers, birds flying happily, trees that curved because of the wind...but my hand drew something completely different, while I was daydreaming I started to paint, without even knowing, a dancer. I kept on drawing it, letting my fantasy guide me, it was like my hand was working alone. The girl I had painted had a little physique, not skinny, actually, she had full-figured legs, but her small stature gave her a pretty aspect. She was wearing a really lightweight dress, made of silk. Her dark-blonde and rolling hair were lost against the wind. She was sitting on an apeak cliff; under her the rough sea didn't seem like scaring her. She had a paper in her hand while she was drawing and she had two ballet shoes on her feet, they were rose pointe shoes actually, typical of ballet dancers.

She was sitting there, absorbed in her thoughts, while painting; a tear was rolling down her cheek while the wind was making it roll faster than normally. In the sky there were two blurred green eyes, with brown shades, or maybe brown with green shades, I think it was quiet hard to figure that out. Her tears rolling down became fire, those eyes seemed like the wanted to rebel, they had had enough of everything, everything but living. On top of that all, in contrast with that power, the girl had just thrown a jewel box in the sea and she had a necklace with a key hanging on her neck, as to clarify that she was the only one supervising her dreams..I spent a moment staring at my artwork and realised that, not even knowing it, I had painted myself.