Thirty seven

What happened to me?

It has happened that no, I am not free; otherwise, this would be the farewell and it is not going to be so.

Now, it still strikes me as odd that he would go out on such a limb with his refusal to force the demon to use the word chapter.

He clearly has a bundle up his sleeve that I'm never going to find out about until he sees fit.

What he has is that he has punished me..... me? me and not the demon?... I who have only obeyed him... I am already beginning to believe that the demon suffers remembering a love story that he will never repeat in all his "No life".

Although I do not understand the reason to deny that he is the Alexis of the story.... do you think we are in pre kindergarten or we didn't get to brain sharing?

I detest those who underestimate the audience by age, gender or any of that nonsense people use to cover up the fear they feel for that other person's ability.

Sure, now you're thinking I'm giving you filler with my criticism; but nothing could be further from the truth, and boy does your humanity leave you far from the truth.

Who cares about that?

Unless it's in good fun, right?

Well, criticism and fun is the focus of my punishment for trying to invade one of the regions of the soul that welcomed Lucifer into its bosom.... who can be such a sovereign idiot?

Surely he gave her a couple of temptations and opened his mouth so that Lucifer could stick his finger in it... and his inner strength was so far inside that he lost sight of it.

The soul does not necessarily belong to a human being, not only humans can be sinners... I'm done with so many facts:

I thought it would be enough with the regions that other slaves of Lucifer had already taken because he allowed 4 days without the word chapter.

I and the other slaves led a fight against Lucifer using the power of light that dwells in the region of the soul that we got; but at the time of pretending to use it to lock up his consciousness again, something went wrong.

Each one of us rebels were in different zones and at great distances; so the telepathic communication of the parts of the soul to merge and become one, was unsuccessful because as they say: "By force not even the shoes fit".

It was as if the parts of the soul had forgotten each other, it was as if they were all strangers to each other and there was no reason to talk to each other. When we tried to unite them, it could be said that we were electrocuted, or at least I felt a great shock.

I am in someone's head and I think one named Bob was residing in an area of the human body... I am really lucky.

Anyway, my punishment consists of being critical and funny; if we adapt this pair of concepts to this blessed game, I must say... no, I must not say it... better imagine it when I narrate it and you will understand why I find it a punishment:

"Avocado is for dry skin...we'll see in a few years who looks young and smooth skinned."

Luz purses her lip because she is annoyed by her brother's attitude and; worse that her mom seems not to be in the same dining room as her when they are only 30 cm apart.

"And it's all got him dry.... What's going to be better: to be a big girl like me or to look anorexic like Bastian?

Good thing he doesn't hear my thoughts otherwise... he would tell me all my goodness from A to Z (note the sarcasm of our protagonist) .

Who knew my brother turned out to have the least worst self-esteem of the three of us. (yes, he can't seem to get enough of taking care of himself)."

Luz is somewhat puzzled because she hears a too strange voice: sexy and, by the looks of it, her ear is allergic to this new sound because from it comes out a sound quite similar, not to say identical, to her sister's cough when there is a furry cat nearby.

They already say that today's young people, rather than appreciating true art, appreciate scandal... yes, that's me.

Her brother is laughing softly but not loud enough for Luz not to notice. However, right now she has no head or, rather, ear to be like Flavia and enjoy the mother's sermon to her brother.

She gets up suddenly from the table and heads straight for the kitchen sink. Yes, because the girl thinks that everything is solved with water... it's a short story that Lucifer forces me to tell.

As water drips down her ear that sounds like a little girl's cough, Luz listens to her little story through my lips (and no one cares if the kitty is getting wet, right?):

Luz was 15 years old when she made a point of staying up until midnight so she could see her father when he came home from work.

How was it possible that she only remembered a few sentences from her father in these 15 years of her existence?

There is one question that he always ordered his children to wish for every year on their respective birthdays in his presence: what is happiness?

It is obvious that this kind of demands arouse too many questions; but there is no way they would ask the father... they would have to be more masochistic than the devil in love.

Luz did not want to disturb her mother any more than she was disturbed by being the way she was, like "a loose guinea pig in a square". Well, that's what her mother told her sister when she thought her daughter was asleep.

Her mother was very irascible, her father was a case study for her and the only one of the same gender but not "so so" was Alexis.

"Don't you know what happiness is?"

She was disappointed that Alexis didn't know the answer to her question.

What had she gone to his house for, to watch him scratch the back of his neck while seeming to comb his hair that no longer existed?

"Do you think it makes me happy, this haircut? People think I'm sick with cancer."

"I think my father asks for impossible, that word is even more mysterious than you."

"Me the mysterious one? That word is too fickle"

He opens his eyes wide as if he can't believe what she is telling him.

"Sure, word, the dictionary? Can I borrow your cell phone?"

Alexis shakes her head but gives it to him anyway and Luz reads:

"State of mind that a person experiences when he/she is satisfied for enjoying what he/she desires or for enjoying something good."

Luz goes to the garden and Alexis wanted to go to her room but she proposes to change places.

"You like to be in your room and I like to be in the garden; maybe if we exchange we can understand what makes your mom and my dad happy".

"Must it be only in my house?"

Alexis knew that Luz's father was home because it was Sunday; but he always liked to be on the edge with her.

"Why do you always like to get me in trouble?"

"We've always been in trouble, ever since we were born."

Both remained silent and Luz decided to go to the porch to wait for her mother to return to pick her up because.... what else would a girl who has always been protected behind her mother's skirts go?

If her mother let her out, it was because she was shopping at the market near Alexis' house.

"Just kidding, if you don't want at your place, just at mine...sooner dead than bored in this house by myself."

"Why do you always talk like you're an adult?"

Alexis purses her lip and looks at the ground, just for a moment, then she looks up and Luz saw again the mischievous look she only had when they were going to play.

He went to the garden and she went to her room, of course always with the warning not to rummage because she will notice and the consequences would be too funny.

Luz didn't go into her room since Alexis' mother no longer allowed her to sleep over because she was disturbing her son's sleep. Since then they have only seen each other on the visits that Luz's mother has made to Alexis' mother.

The truth is that no one other than Luz's maternal or paternal family has entered the house, not even her mother's best friend (Alexis' mother).

In addition, Alexis' mother worked from dawn to dusk to support her son. Luz and her mother always thought she was a single mother. Although there was a man who came to visit them every month or two. This is still a mystery for our protagonist.

These thoughts invaded her mind as she made her way to her friend's room on the second floor. However, when she is about to climb the last step before the second floor she hears a meowing sound that transmits nostalgia and terror. It sounded like a voice unraveling in verses that cannot escape from lips, it was only seconds; but a premonition made her change direction... her room was no longer a safe place... mom is always right.

During the other seconds it took her to reach the garden the meowing seemed to scream a concept unknown to her.

The closer Luz got to the garden her ear began to heat up. She began to cry inexplicably because the day before was her birthday and her father never came. Sad because her mother only let her sleep and sleep all day long. But of course, the next day, everything is solved with a 40 soles cake... for her father to spend 20 soles to buy something for his family is already too much to ask of him; even if he has enough money to pay for a car in installments of 1800 soles a month... food sets everything on fire.

"You can never pay attention, not even to the girl who is here at the moment... the worst thing is that I like that."

He had been watering some rather peculiar roses because their petals only possessed the outline part. The bottom of the petals were empty because he had cut off each petal's bottom. Through the holes he made, Alexis shouted words that he could never say openly; but they were not emitted by the sound waves of the air in a human language but... as if they were meows.

Luz immediately separates her lips from Alexis', after hearing my voice saying what you have already heard.

They had not kissed, Luz only glued her lips to Alexis' lips out of desperation or frustration.

Who could describe it accurately?

However, this action took Alexis by surprise and she dropped the watering can on the spot to chase after her.

Luz runs for the door but Alexis is a sportsman and she can't even take her own bad jokes. So when he turns her around to force her to look at him, she falls backwards onto the floor with Alexis on top of her... there's always a rock to light a fire, isn't there?

She froze but not because she was afraid he would do something to her but because he wouldn't... and this is just another dream of a masochistic romance.

Alexis smiles at him like a textbook bad boy would, but at the same time her eyes water and Luz understood that she was the bad guy in the story.

He caresses the contours of her face and for the first time Luz realizes that the cold is no problem for her. Although she refused to run on Sundays with her brother with the excuse that she hates bathing in cold water. However, both Alexis and Luz were in a cold sweat; perhaps because her mind wants to control her burning heartbeat.

Luz also raises her hand to caress the contour of Alexis' face and, unconsciously, he moves his face away and his mischievous look every second is eroded by the wind, it is so incisive that she is sure that her soul is bleeding... it is as if he threw a stone to the hearts of both of them.

"Has the little voice changed and now only emits meows?"

This is the question that haunted Luz's mind because her heart was already becoming a mummy or a gray statue, what is left of the body after the fire.

"The water in human form on the stone, that was left of those taken away by the wolf statue made of leaves... maybe they are our souls colder than winter."

Alexis stands up and screams in rage, then Luz's mother enters and he runs.

"Then you explain to me later, walk!"

After walking a block away from Alexis' house, the mother plans to confront her daughter; but at that very moment he comes out of a corner and fires his big water pistol at Luz.

"In the water cats"

Luz's eyes widen like saucers when her mother also hears from her daughter's ears the angry meows of a cute kitten...I'm rotten in the water of a teenage romance!