I Cried
This is my first draft of a new project I am working on. It still on the really early stages. I just wanted to share some of it, and I hope you enjoy it. I will post more updates soon, when I have more parts of the draft. Enjoy.
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I Cried.
By Joaquine
My mother told me this morning that I wasn’t going to classes and that I needed to dress up with a pair of white jeans and a gray woolen Poncho. The poncho still smelled like new but it was itchy, and my white neck was all red after just wearing it for a few minutes, I tried to take it off, my mother insisted that I need to keep it. I tried to fight the itch and just ended up scratching my neck, when we left the house it looked as red as a tomato and now that there are no mirrors around I can’t see how it looks.
After walking a few blocks I see my classmates hurrying to their classes and a few of them ask me why I am dressed like that. I say nothing, and my mother just pushes me to move faster, I almost fall down but she just grabs me by the poncho and picks me up to walk faster. I have never seen my mother like this before, she has not said that many words since we left the house. She seems lost and I can feel that she is worried about something.
We walk a few more blocks and a crowd of people become denser as we approach the place my mother is taking me. I sight, and wonder how we going to make it through all that much people, but somehow my mother just pushes her way in and pushes me in front of her. People, just whisper and I can hear the wind carrying a few times my mother’s name, “Clarissa,” and mine grandmother’s name, “Diana,” my skin shivers at the thought of what might have happened. We continue making our way through the crowd and as we approach towards where everyone is watching, the place gets louder with people crying and some others scream obscenities.
Tears begin rolling down my mother’s pink cheeks and her green eyes get wet. She holds me tight and kneels besides me hugging me and covering me with her long black shawl. I feel the air being sucked out of me and I begin to get dizzy at the sudden events that are taking place. I feel and hear her heart beating faster and faster as my ear gets pressed against her chest, her tears wet my messy hair and my body feels like it is going to go into shock. My eyes can’t stop my tears from flowing and I feel as my body shakes compulsively; mucus and tears mix in a salty combination when they reach my lips. I sob and hug my mother as hard as I can. The noise around me disappears and there is nothing more than my mother and I.
I still don’t know what is happening, and when I try to turn around my grandmother comes running towards us with tears in her eyes. She hugs me just as hard as my mother and I inhale her so familiar perfume of roses, her heart does not beat as fast as that of my mother, and I feel like a baby once again. I sob now and then, and I feel my body getting heavy and everything around me begins turning black. I can’t move my body, my eyes just see everything blurry and my grandmother arms is the only thing that is holding me up. I begin hearing people at the distance screaming and my grandmother covers me with her gray shawl. I feel my body getting hot and as if thousands of needles were piercing my body at once. I hear my grandmother at the distance screaming for help and I feel around my body still covered with the shawl, a pair of strange arms that carry me inside a house. I try to scream but my mouth does not move, I feel like my heart is shutting down. I feel like I can’t breathe and my body goes into panic mode as I try to get some air. Everything gets dim and darker.