May we meet again

Until we meet again

Nightmare. Falling. Sadness. Fear. These are the words that came to my mind when I came back to my senses. The only thing I could remember was this feeling of falling down and being crushed. What would you have done if you couldn't remember anything, your family and friends, your house and school or even your own name? Have you ever felt like you were a stranger to yourself? Well that was all that was going through my mind at the moment. Do I even have parents, friends, a home? After I started to finally think straight, I looked at where I was and paid particular attention to what I could see, hear or smell. On the face of it, it seemed like I was in a small alley near garbage cans, I could smell the foul smell of garbage, see the flies flying around the trash cans. When I finally got the strength to stand up, I suddenly had a bad feeling, like something was going to happen, something I wouldn't want to know, see or hear. I could see that I was near what seemed to be an avenue, so I went toward it. Rapidly, I found myself surrounded by a crowd. It was the evening and there was a lot of noise and a lot of bright colors coming from advertising panels. I was lost, paralyzed, my legs didn't want to move, my all body couldn't move. Nobody seemed to notice me, I was like a ghost. I wandered in the streets for what seemed to be an eternity, maybe five or six days, I don't really remember. It was as if I was trapped in my own mind. I wasn't able to differentiate truth and reality from dreams and nightmares. After two or three days of wandering, I met someone, it was a child, a young girl, she must have been 10 or 11 and was wearing a cute light pink dress and a headband. She reached for my hand. I was surprised because she didn't even know who I was but still she did it. As I started to cry, she made herself taller and wiped my tears away. She told me that I should never cry again and that I should enjoy my life as it is and enjoy the moments with the persons who are in it. She said something that I think I'm going to remember for the rest of my life:

"There's always going to be another mountain, you're always going to want to make it move, but sometimes you can't always move mountains. You have to accept that you can be powerless and overall remember that you are just a human being and you don't have to always be the best or the first in everything. It isn't about what is on the other side of the problem, it's about how you're going to accept that sometimes you're going to have to lose. Just go and keep going and remember these moments."

As I turned my back on her to wipe my tears, when I turned back, she had disappeared but then, I suddenly felt someone placing his hand on my shoulder. I turned to see who it was. A boy, he looked like he was my age, even though I didn't know how old I was. He was tall, about 6,1ft, had brown curly hair and blue eyes, as deep as the ocean. I suddenly felt a great sentiment of happiness. He had been the first to notice me in this big crowd, even though I must have been looking off-pitting, psychologically disturbed or lost, he had had the courage to come to me, and that provoked something undefinable in me.

"Are you all right? Do you need some help?", he asked.

I opened my mouth to answer him, but no sound would come out of it.

"Can you even talk?" he added.

I nodded my head so that he could understand that I couldn't talk. Not that I didn't want to. But I was physically unable to do it. He held out his hand to me as if to offer to follow him. Without thinking, I took his hand and followed him wherever he was taking me. As I started to follow him, I realized I was only dressed in a long dirty shirt, no wonder why people didn't want to come near me, if I had been in their shoes, I wouldn't have approached me. Still diving in my thoughts, he noticed that I started shivering and he offered me his jacket.

Soon, we arrived in some residential neighborhood, and only at the sight of these houses I could feel the warmness of a home, and again I started to wonder about whether I had a family, or I was alone. We entered a house. It was kind of big, the façade was made of bricks and had at least two stairs. We entered the house rapidly because it seems like he didn't want his parents to notice me, so, we quickly got upstairs and entered his room. It really was a boy's room. Very sober, there was a few photos on the walls but nothing extravagant.