Our Reflection

17• Sway Me Now

Marjorie Blossom POV

It's like waking up from a dream. 

You are having the best time of your life and something takes you out of it. 

The sensation of going from heaven to hell in a few seconds is a great shock, but nothing is worse than this crossing, you end up in limbo;  a parallel, empty, silent place ... a chain or hospice for the soul. 

Many people have told me that they feel better in the silence or in the dark, while I am afraid. 

To be silent is to confront your subconscious and there is nothing more frightening than that. 

Amazing ideas, unpleasant memories, dialogues that will never exist ... but that you insist on repeating them in your mind thousands of times. 

Dark ... a small word, but with varying effects among people.  Dark means the lack of light, or in the minds of some, the hour of fear. 

Try to go into a completely dark place and not feel chills running through your body ... it is impossible. 

As brave as he is, a person who walks in the dark accompanied or not, as soon as he hears a little unusual noise, will run or hide. 

It's instinct.  You run and hide to protect yourself from what is out there, something that your eyes cannot see. 

The adrenaline rush at such times is so strong that speed and strength increase considerably. 

My parents always told me that we have to face what makes us afraid, but ... what if what scares us is exactly ourselves? 

What if my worst nightmare is the person I see every time I look in the mirror?!  There is no enemy greater than yourself and...

"Mother?"

I turned my attention away from the leaves in front of me and met Melissa's tired eyes. 

"What are you doing awake and in the dark?"

"I was reading some old notes."

"A diary?"

The little one approached me and I opened my arms so that she could snuggle in my lap. 

I kissed the top of Melissa's head and she held one of the leaves. 

"Your handwriting was very beautiful."

"You think? It looks like a scribble."

"Mine is no better."

I laughed and hugged Melissa tightly. 

I realized that she was particularly interested in a section of my notes and I cleared my throat, getting her attention. 

"What is it, Mom? Who is it about?"

"Ah .. that..."

I took the sheet from her hand and quickly scanned the letters, opening a tired smile afterwards.

"Nobody in particular."

"It's not what it looks like."

"Go for me, it's nobody in particular."

"Can you read to me?"

"What?"

I choked on my saliva and Melissa handed me the sheet, looking at me with those bright eyes and a smile on the side. 

"Daughter..."

"If it's not special, read to me, mom."

"Oh, my God ... it's okay."