Little did she know (4)

Suddenly, she stood up. “Let’s burn down the sun! I feel strong enough to do it! Don’t you?”

“You had way too many beers last night”, he said and started laughing. She was indeed, a little bit woozy, “but for sure it’s not because of that”, she thought. “Oh, come on; let’s burn down the entire world! Let’s free all the souls trapped in humans’ bodies! Let’s climb the church and proclaim ourselves as the Supreme Saviors! Ah, I know, let’s learn to fly!” A pale blow of wind messed her long dark hair, covering her face. Her heart began beating faster and faster, her throat dried and her lungs felt like they were tearing apart. “No, it’s not the time yet, I am not ready!” she started screaming with a squeezed voice, like a contrabass in the trembling hands of a novice, playing lefty his new instrument. His eyes twisted from blue to gray like a frost winter storm, he was standing there, watching, with his body paralyzed and his mind barren, lovable child, not knowing what to do, where to run. “What’s wrong?” he asked with a shy, shaking voice, trying to control his trepidation. “They, they, they wanted to take me, did you see?!” He removed the frightening shady curls from her face. Her eyes were mat as a cold glass, shouting of insanity, and her skin was white as the first layer of paint in a hospital room. He slowly placed his arms around her, trying not to shatter that fragile ice figurine that she had become, wondering what to do to calm her down. He turned around and saw the old forsaken cottage filled with bitter sin, where teens gather almost every night, away from the sight, where they kill their obsessions and transform into free spirits with no God. He wanted to take her there, but he remembered her claustrophobia, just one of the many phobias she had, along with fear of water, crowded places and dark, lonely nights. He felt again like a infant, unable to do anything, with his hands tied to the failure of admitting that life is not a dream he can assemble as he want. He was just standing there, holding her whitish body in his powerless arms, with the appearance of a homeless searching for help from strangers passing by; but nobody was there, everybody was busy crawling in their own mud, with their own dirty ghosts. He sighted. He could not gather himself in order to help her.