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Yet again, blood was splattered on the walls and the man hit the floor.
He was numb and didn’t feel any pain…just the metallic taste of the warm and red wine which his body decided it was time to be drank.Or maybe he was just thirsty…
And again, as in any other day or night he woke up in, he was in the white bed that smelled like body giving…sex.That’s what he was keeping him for.Physical pleasure and pain…especially pain.
His lower part of the body hurt like the earth hurts when it’s an earthquake, like a huge stab in the back, getting worse and worse with every move.He felt dirty and miserable.
His legs moved in routine and he found himself walking towards the shower cabin, to wash the impurity and the sick smell.The cold water hit his body, as he waited two minutes for it to get warm, and then hot.Small clouds of steam started to fill the cabin, as the man prayed for them to suffocate him.He noticed the always red water wetting his legs and a tear escaped.Thought he was used to this, he still cried silently in the shower, as a confessing to the droplets that purified him.The tears danced with the blood as the water united them in one, while taking them to a far away place. Taking them to where he wanted to be…anyplace else but there.
As soon as it started, the healing waterfall was stopped and he got out the bathroom.He snatched a dirty towel and wiped the warm blessing away, while looking after something to cover himself.A large t-shirt and some blue-jeans, also a pair of sneakers.He turned around, thinking at how would it hurt him less to sit, for he was tired and he felt like he was going to pass out.And then, he saw…
He had his opportunity before, and now the carelessly opened escape was calling for him, for his tired body, giving him hope.He limped towards the window and jumped out, hitting the ground easily, but painfully.The smell of fresh air, the feeling of the grass tenderly tickling his ankles, the wind playing with his blood stained hair, rather what was left from it, the humanity he was hit by, emotions starting to fill his stony heart, it felt like spring and winter, warm and cold, as a mountain that reclaim his green grass after the cold blanket that lowered upon it melted away, like the peace after the war.
Freedom.
Nothing more.
He started running on the crowded streets, in the smell of linden tree, allowing the sun to caress his pale and sick face.For the first time in the last two years, he felt happy and he let out the brightest smile he was keeping for this saint day…the day he escapes hell.
He was numb and didn’t feel any pain…just the metallic taste of the warm and red wine which his body decided it was time to be drank.Or maybe he was just thirsty…
And again, as in any other day or night he woke up in, he was in the white bed that smelled like body giving…sex.That’s what he was keeping him for.Physical pleasure and pain…especially pain.
His lower part of the body hurt like the earth hurts when it’s an earthquake, like a huge stab in the back, getting worse and worse with every move.He felt dirty and miserable.
His legs moved in routine and he found himself walking towards the shower cabin, to wash the impurity and the sick smell.The cold water hit his body, as he waited two minutes for it to get warm, and then hot.Small clouds of steam started to fill the cabin, as the man prayed for them to suffocate him.He noticed the always red water wetting his legs and a tear escaped.Thought he was used to this, he still cried silently in the shower, as a confessing to the droplets that purified him.The tears danced with the blood as the water united them in one, while taking them to a far away place. Taking them to where he wanted to be…anyplace else but there.
As soon as it started, the healing waterfall was stopped and he got out the bathroom.He snatched a dirty towel and wiped the warm blessing away, while looking after something to cover himself.A large t-shirt and some blue-jeans, also a pair of sneakers.He turned around, thinking at how would it hurt him less to sit, for he was tired and he felt like he was going to pass out.And then, he saw…
He had his opportunity before, and now the carelessly opened escape was calling for him, for his tired body, giving him hope.He limped towards the window and jumped out, hitting the ground easily, but painfully.The smell of fresh air, the feeling of the grass tenderly tickling his ankles, the wind playing with his blood stained hair, rather what was left from it, the humanity he was hit by, emotions starting to fill his stony heart, it felt like spring and winter, warm and cold, as a mountain that reclaim his green grass after the cold blanket that lowered upon it melted away, like the peace after the war.
Freedom.
Nothing more.
He started running on the crowded streets, in the smell of linden tree, allowing the sun to caress his pale and sick face.For the first time in the last two years, he felt happy and he let out the brightest smile he was keeping for this saint day…the day he escapes hell.