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Tears as Drug

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On the railway station in Paris began to descent the dark. Awkwardly I was entering my luggage in a cabin, at any moment expecting first claustrophobic sighs. Not a single minute has passed, and my lungs stopped to accept a sufficient quantity of air and I started to choke. It was too hot in cramped cabin and my T-shirt saturated with sweat.

 - Oh, Angela. So typical for you - My mom was teasing me while I rushed to window to open it.
 - Don't tell me anything.
I endured of whole ten seconds!- Angela said.

My
thoughts were wandering of new fresh air. When I have gathered enough courage to go back in a cabin, mom was already leading to a serious conversation with my younger sister.

 - There will be wonderful and you will meet a lot of new friends. Serbia is beautiful in this time of year. -

Every word she pronounced with that
ember, she immediately made my sister with a wide smile on her face. Seeing my sister so happy I have been very grateful to mom with her fake enthusiasm. Although maybe she shouldn't. I knew it in what are we indulging with this travel and how it will be difficult to fit in new environment, especially because we never left Paris. But I knew that new environment was needed for a fresh start. I couldn't even stand in that old house. At every step memories were following me. Often I would find myself siting down on the tiles of bathroom, letting sorrow and pain to master in every part of my body. Simply I was indulging this pain. First week I couldn't sleep. And later, no matter how I much I was trying not to think about that horrible loss, pictures of me and my dad were gently inserting me into a dream with some unclear stream. I would startled in a dream and in the next moment completely wake, incapacitated to fall asleep again. My tears were streaming along my sweaty face. I couldn't force myself to eat. It seemed absurdly to me to take food when I didn't felt the hunger. In my thoughts I couldn't erase that horribly night when everything happened all the sudden. My last words were sent to him, our hug for who we didn't realize it would be our last. I couldn't allow myself to think of nice moments we spent together, about on how much he have supported me in everything and how much I immensely loved him. I think I wouldn't stand that.

Indescribable pain


it seems impossible that someone is harder than I, but my mom already was. Weeks she didn't crawl out of bed, she didn't had neither the will nor the power to answer the phone. I knew the reason for all calls. I had to force her to drink the water. Often I would find her how she would just stare at the window. She was completely numb for a while and it was hard to watch her like that. Neither of us three wouldn't dare to open a family photo album. Time has passed, gradually we were returning to normal. More often we were answering the calls and we would leave for a walk. It's true that time heals all the wounds, but not every wound. My wound was sutured with a unstable buckles and it was enough only one image, one nice memory to open it again.

A Journey to a new life


The shadows of dark were slightly began to color the sky as I lied down in bed. Night was enchanting. Like the sky wanted to greet our big step to improvement. I resisted the sleep, I didn't wanted to allow to overcome me now when I heard sound of thunder, while the lighting were showing up in horizon. Those powerful sounds were always relaxed me. They were like natural melody for my ears. But, my younger sister was frightened of them, same as dad was little.

 - Could I sleep with you? - she asked me with her sweetest voice and she send me the look who I loved so much.

I couldn't resist, I hugged her tight. I wrapped her in a blanket and made her some space in my bed. With sister in arms, I was watching through the window. It was
futile trying to figure out the areas who were disappearing while the train was going forward. But the sounds of nature were enough to enjoy in this enchanting night.

Maria


Few weeks have passed since we stepped on beautiful paths of Serbia. In wish to start with a normal life, mom has immediately sighed sister and me in school, and she found her job. It was midday and blue sky was covered with clouds who remind me on cotton candy. Each had a unusual shape. I observed them through big window of music classroom and tried to think of names. Attention from beautiful window turn the noise of students from my section. They were chatting about a test from music who will come soon.

 - I'll try to learn Bach and Handel. I'll remember every composition they have wrote, what age they had when they died, where were they traveling, did they had a wife, kids... - Garry was babbling, the boy in front of me.

 - Maybe you should add how much heart beats they had in a minute. - I couldn't stand not to tell it.

They all looked me in a
astonishment, like I was talking in chinese. Only one girl with beautiful skin color of ivory was only laughing, as it seemed, inappropriate joke. Oh great. Since when I stepped shy in this big school, my only wish was to be accepted and to find a way to classroom. At the beginning they were on a large scale introducing themselves, but after two-three days, on my big regret, they all lost interest in me. Could they observed through my face and see what I have been though?

 - Ha-ha, that was hilarious. - said the girl who was smiling at me.
 - It looks like others don't share the same opinion - I said in a sorrow, sighing.
 - I am Maria - she introduced herself to me.
 - Angela - I answered.

So that's how our big friendship has started between me and Maria, which everyday was growing up. We started sharing the same bench, and then we started to share everything else. I loved her calmness and they way she rolled the eyes every time when someone would say anything stupid
. She was amused with my french accent and often she would ask me to speak in french. She considered french as the most beautiful language. Also she loved my sence of humor. She made my days tolerably. Every time when I would go to school, my face would smile cause I knew that Maria will wait for me in a bench. She made my wound on my heart to less pain. Almost like she could heal it. We became inseparable, but yet I wasn't ready to share my deepest feelings with her and to tell her a story about tears I had in past.

Breathing again


Conscience was killing me cause I felt that I was hiding something from her. From Maria. My perfect second half with who I have shared everything. That's why one night I decided to facilitate my soul. I gathered my power, I started to tell her a story about difficult car accident in which my dear dad had died. I hoped that everything will pass without tears but it didn't. Maria hugged me tight and she was quiet. The only thing that was hearing were my hard sigh. I felt that her sweater was filling up with my tears. I tried to move, but Maria hugged me tighter, she didn't wanted to let me from hug. I though everything was impossible to love her more, but I was wrong. In each day she delighted me more and more, she was special. and I needed her, like plants needed warm sun rays. She was light in my dark room. The wound I had had started to bake me like a fire but I didn't overlooked at her in Maria's safe hug full with love and compassion. Difficult burden who I was caring on my lugs suddenly fell and I could finally breath. After a long time I was capable to be truly happy.





Dedicated to my sister xXBurning-PassionXx
Happy Early Birthday Sweetheart... ♥

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