Nyctophilia

Chapter 3

Mars

I open my eyes. Auch! I feel a stab in my head, sitting in the same place where I felt is remarkable a little blood, so I palpate my face looking for the source of it, on my forehead the skin has been opened when my face touched the ground. Fortunately, the tree isn't high so I didn't break any bones. I was supposed to be at the supermarket right now, that's why I left early, but here I am in bleeding, in the floor just for reach a stupid toy.

Back in home I look for the first aid kit in the bathroom of my room. With alcohol I wet a swab and clean the wound, then I cover it using a steri strip that the kit had. I must change my clothes that are all dirty and stained with land. The clock marks 20:00 hours, so that says I was unconscious approximately an hour, what luck mine. Taking a second shower thanks to my blockhead acts my mind travels to the girl that I saw before passed out. She was sat on a furniture in a picture window, the star shining around and the moon light illuminating her silhouette. Same as her, but it was not her, it was just an illusion. It's funny how someone could take all of yourself in a few moments that you can resume like glory. Take everything that you're and leave you with nothing, worse that you were. I close my eyes and I remember hers, her small mouth, her smell Parisian smell, how she touched me, and my body felt that she was home, or the way that she kissed me. But this is in the past now I'm living this dream alone. This is more than me. She was more than me. But she didn't realize and now is too late. I hope that wherever she is right now she can be happy and with someone she loves. Somebody better than me. I get out of the shower and doing the same process as two hours ago, I'm ready again to meet me with Brett.

In this time, I pass the entrance quickly without stopping to see anything. Finally, in my car I address to Mustin's. The road looks wet, so I suppose that it was raining this afternoon or maybe a water truck was sluicing the forest. They do it when it isn't rain in a while. I turn on the radio trying to avoid my thoughts. When the song flooded the ambient, I could see two things:

1- I am not the same guy, there are a me before her, Mars during her and this fool after her pass in my life.

2- I would never forget her since I live in this world.

Why I say that? Because the simple fact that I'm here listening to music when I am driving thing that I always hated just to stop thinking about the past that will never come again. How did she do that? I mean think about it, which is the probability that a strange intrude in your life and in a matter of weeks control your thoughts, your smiles, your time, your desires, almost your whole life? I supposed that no higher. I can't be the only one. This have no sense, haven't it?

Well, without those answers and a lot of new questions I arrive to the place that my friend decided to us meet. Here we go! Most an hour and then again to my personal jail. I left the car in the parking back the local because in the one that is in front of it, I don't like to park cause of all the irresponsible drivers that have this town.

It is a very interesting place. A lot of lamps hanging from the ceiling, lighting the bar with a yellow tone. There are twenty tables distributed in all the spaces each one with two chairs and a napkin holder in the middle with although some of them have a lamp instead of the holder. There is a big picture too that had always caught my attention because is it a girl sit on a swing that the moon is sustaining, but the same frame is divided in another picture of the same girl but with different color and her expression in this looks sad and confused. Why has this picture my curiosity? Because the others that are holding on in the walls are about animals smoking or playing some game of chance. I don't understand what motivated them or Jack to put up this out of tone brushwork in this place. Probably, because this is a drunken place, and nobody could notice, it except me. In a chair on the left corner in the back I saw the stupid man that took me out of my den.

- I'm here. Are you happy now? – I say pulling the chair in front of him and sitting down.

- Hey, I'm pretty good and I see that you too. – He sarcastic said.

- Save your comments for yourself.

- You're getting use to start a conversation with me without say hi or at least I miss you too bro.

- You're tender today. I am going to be perturb is you continue like that. Are you in love with me? – I says with disturbed face.

- No, no, aagg. How do you think that? – He says making a disturbed face.

- I don't know. You tell me. – Shrugging shoulders.

- I'm just saying that I don't call for bother. I'm your friend not your enemy or a strange. I don't want you to be bad or whatever you call your lifestyle right now.

- I'm fine. You're all are getting feed up me. I'm not a kid. I live well. I'm not a psychiatric and I don't need your help. – I tell him furious.

- Ok, Fine. Since today I'll leave you alone that's what you want That I am going to do. You want to burn in hell I will leave you. Do whatever you want. Forgive my nosy present here. But you know what when all of us are far to you you'll realize the stupid things that you had say or done. You see this place all people here have been in trouble, heartbroken or had lost someone, but surprise we're alive and walking. Our live is not perfect, yes, it is true. We have bad days, also. But we need people around us that help with the backpack because life is not easy and alone less. We must learn to deal the problems by ourselves, completely true, but not fall into the pride and foolishness of I can with everything alone. Because we are not of metal, we are human beings that feels, people can hurt us, and we have weaknesses. So, continue you're doing fine. I hope you'll be happy again.

- Brett. – I can't believe what I did.

- Have a good night. – He stands up leaving a billet of ten dollars and cross the door.

I stay here for a while. Just watching his chair. Thinking about me, about her, us, about Brett, Lisa, life...