The Wall
He opens the door slowly,its creaking frightens him..he hesitates..
As the creaking rises,his fears intensify,he looks through the tiny opening,it's completely dark outside.Giving it a second thought,he takes a step back and shut the door.
Back to his pale yellow room,he creeps to his bed,folds his arms tightly,he feels cold and lonely.He leans his head against the pale yellow wall but repulsively moves it back again when his warm forehead touches the cold wall.
He's not feeling well and and he knows it.Millions of thoughts are sweeping through his head,half of them do not make any sense to him.Maybe i dont belong here,he says to himself.He looks up to the ceiling trying to make shapes out of the shadows hanging up there; a rabbit,water tap..a car..but where can i go? he wonders.
He remembers what happened to him late in the afternoon and fight his tears.he leans his head to the wall again,not minding it like before,it's cold and hard against his tired head but he gets used to it and feels safe.It's no longer cold and its hardness supports him.
Being too close to the wall he feels something weird, a long warm arm comes out of it and holds him real tight..exactly what he needs at that moment.he didnt panic nor disbelieve just surrendered to the feeling of the touch.
"i'm allright now "he says to himself.
He's not afraid anymore,he jumps out of the bed,takes serious steps toward that ugly door,opens it widely and runs out of it.then reaching the living room,he graps a pen and a paper,writes a few unreadable lines then sticks the paper on the tv screen and disappears.
In the morning,she wakes up,looking for him everywhere,she couldnt find him.Alarmed and confused she reached the tiny paper hanging on the t.v screen.
"Dear ma,
I left home because i know you dont love me the same way u did when i was small.you didnt hit me when i was smaller but now you do. I hate going to school and i cant help being stupid in math..i dont want to go there again and i dont want to live with you nomore.."
The mother tries to regain her balance but she couldnt.She runs to the phone but she doesnt know who to call.she throws herself desperately on a nearby armchair and weeps.
He could hear her from his hiding place,he feels victorious and strong for the first time.now she is suffering the way he did,but watching her weeping that hard was no more amusing.
Minutes later, he burst out,walks proudly toward his miserable broken hearted mother and pats on her shoulder.
As she rises up her head with floods in her eyes,she grabs him feircly almost to hit him again,but instead,she hugs him hard..she hugs her 8 years old kid like never before.He's the only family she got and lives for and who-for a second-thought she lost him for good.
After all these years and back to his old room again, grey headed,he still remembers. All the toys,tiny cars..guns..colourful books scattered here and there seem too strange to him.It's just the pale yellow wall that never escaped his memory. He faces his old wall waiting for the long warm arms to come out again, today he needs to feel its support more than any other time.But it didnt show and the hug he needed became impossible to attain.His tears cunningly escapes his grip as he stands in front of the wall.. a frightened kid allover again.
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