For the first time in weeks the sun was shining. Beautiful in the blue sky, starring at the gray city.
The wind was cold, but not enough to make people ignore the giant fireball that was finally up there again.
The rush of the daily life dominated the whole metropolis. . You could only hear how people were mad at each other, how cars were going too fast, and suddenly stopping, sometimes with a crash, sometimes without it.
With so much noise it was impossible to notice the laughs and the small talk that little and colored group was having.
Young people, with soft thoughts. Saying stupid things, not thinking about tomorrow. Not reminding about yesterday. Simply living the today, in its Best definition. If you tell that to the young adults, they will probably get mad, but it's the truth. Their problems are not so big yet.
They walk along with the sun, taking paths they already knew so well that they didn't need to look at it. And when they got where they wanted to, the sun was gone, and the city was not gray anymore. It was black, and full of people who just wanted to get home. The smell of coffee, carbon, sweat and chocolate was everywhere. On the clothes, on the walls, on people’s hairs. They could stay and wait. They could go and also wait. They got divided, but one half always cared more about the other.
They went and they wait.
Inside the metal monster the air was unbearable. Hot, almost without oxygen, and with a terrible smell. One of the girls was fighting for fresh air, the other gave up, and was fainting on the seat. The pain in the problematic knee of one of the boys was killing him, while he tried to figure out what to do. The fourth element was just thinking about one thing: how to get them out of there.
The fresh air was cold in their faces, but the experience of finally breathing, walking, or simply feeling themselves without other(s) bodies around was great. They smiled, ignoring the danger. It was night, everything was dark. The sun wasn't there anymore with his possibilities. The moon was hiding. People were running, because the last thing they wanted was being there.
Like everyone, they started to walk. And they walked fast and together. They wanted to get to some place they knew, so there, they thought, they would be safe to think about the next step. But that place was far, and when they were getting there was kind of late.
The first thing your parents teach you about being mugged is: do not resist.
The second one is: stay calm.
And then, finally: call for help. That means first the cops, then your parents, if you still live with them. If you live with someone else, call that person and, after that, call your parents. They are your parents, after all, they need to know what happened and that you're fine.
At least, that is what her parents, and mines, thought her.
They came from behind, appearing from the darkness. They didn’t look mean, or dangerous. They looked scared, and that’s what made her leg stop and her hand give up on the pretty purse that was on her shoulder. Fear is terrible. Makes you do so many stupid things.
She didn't see anything but they guy that was front of her. Not too tall, neither black nor white. He was in middle of the way, son of both. Mustache, short hair. His eyes weren't deep, but were sad. Suffering and with a dark past.
"Please, don't do it" a little whisper, almost begging. The lips of the man shackle. One step back. Two steps back.
"COME ON! EVERYTHING!" another voice, another man. He looked to this one, that she couldn't see. He wasn't happy when he looked at the rendered girl.
"The purse and the bag! Now!!" his voice wasn't strong, but she was a girl. She was weak. Not that much, but close to him she definitely was. Two little movements...
The pretty purse, the great bag. Both gone forever.
They ran for the other side of the street. The light of the cars passing in the avenue. They disappeared inside the alley, going to a place that not even the police would have the courage to go. An alternative society, where the rules aren’t the same. Where people die for nothing and babies don't cry of fear.
The empty hand was looking for the friend that was supposed to be around. A shoulder, cold and known. She pulled it and went to a safer place. 190. Police.
They would come too late, it was merely a formality. She didn't cry. She was to busy being angry. Pissed of. Sad. Felling lonelier than ever. But she didn't cry. There was no reason to cry, was it? All alive, no harm. Just a small hole in the wardrobe. In that night she didn't have nightmares, but thought about the eyes that were as sad as hers while everything that she carried was taken. Wasn't feeling pity for him, but...But...
The cars were still going and coming. The smell of coffee and chocolate was weaker. The smell of bodies and carbon stronger.
She likes smells, all of them. They makes she understand the world better, to see all the angles of all the things. And that day she got a smell that she would dislike forever.
The smell of tears, specially the ones that came out from the eyes of her beloved ones.
Sad things happen to everyone, this time happened with me.
Hope you enjoy the way I'm telling this piece of small tragedy.
My name is not Níh;
