"His Green Eyes and the Colorful Sky"

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    It was one of the coldest days of that year: the wind was blowing, the trees were barely keeping their roots under the ground. I remember the faces of all of those people running and pushing each other: they were angry, and their noses were red like the hat of fly agaric. They were walking down the street altogether, like a huge flock of sheep following the shepherd. Then I noticed that they were even dressed up similarly: grey coats and black hats were running home. I think to have dinner with the whole family gathered together. I looked up into the sky. "Oh my God" - I thought, there were so many colors: grey, red, yellow and pink. It seemed to me that an artist was drawing with pastel colors. I took my phone and took a picture of that scene. I had a strange feeling at that moment: I looked around and saw no one on my side, I was alone, just me, my favorite song playing in my headphones and my crazy colorful socks. I thought: "maybe I should join the crowd?", although I knew that I didn't want to. People were looking at me with flaming eyes of anger and misunderstanding. "You will get lost!" someone cried out, and the other one agreed: "Yes, you will fail!". It seemed to me that in a second, those people made me fade like a summer flower. And then I heard a voice: "Stop! Don't move! Take a deep breath. From this day on, do not expect people to understand you, do not expect them to listen to you, do not expect them to love you." I felt something warm on my red cheeks, but the voice went on: "Those people hate you because they are afraid of you, they hate you because you are young and so strong to walk your path all alone, they are afraid of you because you are different, you are whimsical, and they will never be like you." I lifted the eyelids of my tired eyes and made a step forward, and then another one, and then another one.... Suddenly, I realized that I am exactly in the place where I needed to go, where I wanted to be. "I did it!" I screamed and then looked up to the sky, smiled and said: "thank you". When I averted my eyes full of tears of happiness, I saw a boy in front of me. He was a stranger with light green eyes and blond hair. He took my hand and said: "Be proud of who you are, be proud of being strange, be proud of being different, take the chance whenever it comes and create the reality you dream about, don't wait for anyone to support you, absolutely no one, because they will never do. Break the walls of fake cliche reality because this is your story, you are writing it, you are the Hero, never forget about it."....

I opened my eyes, for a moment I thought that was not a dream. I stayed in my bed for ten more minutes. I heard some noises in the kitchen and got out of my bed. My body hurt so much as if I ran a marathon at night. I stretched and heard the crunch of my clamped bones." Ah, much better..." I went to my bedroom window and looked out of it: the whole window was filled up with many different marrow patterns; however, it wasn't difficult to notice the niveous weather, the snow seemed so tender and soft. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, combed my hair and went to the kitchen. The scene was the same every day, my mom was making breakfast, her boyfriend was sitting, breathing his favorite grey smoke and exhaling a hundred percent poison. I hugged my mom and wished a good morning to both of them. That day was my friend's birthday, and I hoped that my mom would let me spend that evening with her. I opened my mouth to ask her for her permission as she began reading her beloved lecture, and I thought "Oh, here we go, over and over again".

"Honey, you know that we want only the best for you and your future. So, you understand that you must stay at home, do your homework and read books about medicine and all the illnesses so that in future you would be able to make our dream come true. I know that you think only about your high grades at school and how much we want to be proud of you. So please, come earlier today, so that you can help me to do some cooking and then go straight to your studies, okay?" And now imagine me, standing in front of the person, who brought me to this world, telling me how much my future means for her, not even asking me whether I wanted to tell her anything or no, not even asking what I want to do in future, how I want to spend my evenings and after this she asks me "Okay?". Are you freaking serious? "Yes, sure, mom. You are always right"... Okay, don't even try to judge me, please. I just follow the scenario ....as usual. "Will this ever end?".