A few steps from the door of her parents, she was standing there, erect and motionless. He had told her not to move, he no longer wanted to hear. So she obeyed, and even tried to control his breathing to be forgotten. Yes, to be forgotten, lost forever, no longer exist! Such was his desire at this time. Go, run away and never return. Leave them, disappear from this world dark and gloomy. And then forget them! Memory loss, erasing the memories and throw himself into the lake to drown the images and sounds.
The next time she will be careful next time there will be no next time because it will make sure it never happens again. She promised. His arms were
now become very heavy, very heavy, flattened his hands more to the point that his head felt as if his feet slowly sinking into the ground.
How long had she remained there motionless?
She heard now through the door of his father snoring. Sudden relief of not having to fear to see tumbling down again, no longer having to hear his cries. She wanted to call his mother, begging her to come and deliver. She hoped both hear the door open and see approach to take her in his arms. But nothing! She saw nothing, heard nothing until she what she perceives between the snoring of his father, a slight growl. Her mother, too, had fallen asleep.
It is now more than twenty minutes it looked. She sees the faces and scroll body deformed by life. She understand that she would not come that day because it is the day they receive their benefits, because that's when they'll be able to eat a little meat, a drink with friends the pub on the corner and play their little lottery. She knows it yet, she came anyway because she had nothing else to do, like all other days elsewhere. While
scans the electronic display that scrolls very slowly on the numbers waiting, she sees him. It stands near the door, bolt upright, proud as a cock. It seems to mumble a few words to a lady who follows it closely, then he advances.
He tries to find a seat and gets upset against a man because his dog was lying in front of the open seat. Finally he managed to sit while continuing to dribble a few words under his breath. The lady is still standing near him.
She rises and approaches. That's him! Yes him! Whoever has stolen everything, the one who murdered, who flew in shine his childhood and his dreams. It is there before her, sitting with bowed head, the look in his shoes. She wanted to scream, spit in her face her hatred, shouting to the world his anger against this man who took everything. But she still standing there, motionless, without any word can get out. Then he raises his head, stares at her a moment before asking:
- j'vous know?
She stammered "no" and then she went to sit a few seats from him.
All her life she had been waiting for this day, when she could pour out all his hate on this guy. She had hoped the cross Random and finally fulfill his desire for revenge. And she found there, sitting a few paces from him, petrified with fear, as the little girl abandoned on the doorstep, looking toward the wall and hands on their heads in obedience to the tyrannical father. Lost in her grief, she do not even hear the call number. But it startled by hearing a name, hers, and finally that she had before, that of his birth, before the hospital before the fire and before the host families. She would flee away, fade and run, run, run to find that lake and drown all his memories, all his pains and sorrows. But it stays there motionless and expect nothing more, not even a voice and comforting arms because she knows she never will.
She now hear a noise of sirens and diffuse a distant voice asking him his name. She does not remember, she does not know, she forgot. And she does not remember either of what happened that day, the day of her 8 years old when his father returned home totally drunk and he took him to his room to offer his gift. She no longer remembers the pain, blood on the sheets and insults from his father. What she knows is that this is the night she vanished, evaporated and that he awoke a few days later, she had no name.
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