Back to the dream

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: January 16, 2020

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Sitting here above the city, watching as the sun comes up. The lights are still on in the city, the first buses have just started their journeys. What a strange feeling. I have never seen this side of the city. So calm, so beautiful. The wind is calm. As the warm wind calmly blows my hair it feels like if a lovely hand would caress me. A feeling what I haven´t felt for years. It isn´t the reality. It must be a dream. What a strange dream. Feels so real but so unreal at the same time. I can´t feel any pain. Is it because I am above everything? It feels like I am the king. The king of this city. What if I take a step? Will I wake up? But honestly, I don´t want to wake up, it is a wonderland. I don´t feel the pain what I have had for a long time now. Up here, I can be whoever I just want to. No, something must be wrong. It can´t be a dream. Why would I dream about such a beautiful thing? Looking down on my arm, on those tattoos what keeps so much memories inside. Those tattoos are so unique. They weren´t really made by ink but by pain. I was so young when I made them. Maybe it wasn´t even a good idea. The wind starts to blow a bit faster, and it is not so warm anymore.

That adorable hand which took care of me disappeared. Even the sun is above me now. It starts to be lighter and lighter, too strong lights. Starts to be noisier as well. Is it so good the be up here? I should may wake up now before someone else wakes me up. They don´t like if I sleep too lot. I know it will be painful then. Should I use the stairs? No, let´s just take a step forward it is way faster.

Everything´s started when I was 12. I am not from a rich family, actually I´m from the deepest point of the downtown. I saw polices more often than my parents. One day they took my dad too, that was the last time I saw him. My mom tried to pay the bills and keep us alive. She was a cleaner, or so she said. After that dad was gone, mom had so many new boyfriends. I hated all of them. I stayed out during the nights. All I can say is that those people who are out during the nights won´t give you candies, but pain back there. To forget about the pain, I wanted to make new friends, at least I won´t think about the bad things what already had happened to me. I met with two of my best friends then. Jack and Morgan. Such an assholes, I always hated myself the day after I met them. At least they could make me forget about all those shits I´ve been through for a few hours. The bad thing in the downtown is that it holds you at the bottom for all your life. A lifelong ticket to the destination “bad decisions”. Then I got my first tattoo. I liked it so much that I couldn´t stop getting new ones. The days have passed, and I was full inked with red tattoos. One day, my mom didn´t come home. I still wonder where she is. Maybe I will meet her today. I´ve been hoping for that for months now. The sun is so shiny that I can see nothing but white. The dream is over, back to reality. But it is not the reality I´ve got used too. The wind is calm and warm. People are more lovely, they don´t look on me with that strange look. I am just one of them. Is it mom over there?


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