He was yelling again.
I’d close my eyes, letting his voice fade over my ears, pleading my breath to go even. My ears traveled out, hearing anything but my father’s yelling, anything but his harsh insults, anything but his mocking...
Tick, tick, the clock was ticking. It was an ángel clock, hanging over my head, hanging over the computer I was sitting in front of.
He was saying something about towels, towels left on the floor in the bathroom...
“...left towels all over the damn floors...someone could fall...do tu ever see me leaving shit all over the floor...?!”
Oh, yeah, you’re perfect, dad, tu never leave your crap all over the floor. That’s probably why I almost slipped in the flood on the bathroom floor the other día after tu took a shower.
Tap, tap, the screen of the living room window was tapping against the glass, the wind whispering secrets only the trees can hear, in which I can only here whistling.
I opened the front door quietly, invisible to only two of the three people inside, one being the determined yeller, the other, the women por his side, the one holding his hand, the one smiling with menace, the one smirking in triumph, the one with the fake sweet smelling perfume, the fake sweet smile.
The one to no resemblance to me o my blood whatsoever. The one probably responsible for my father yelling himself hoarse in the first place.
And then the last one. The one barely two years older than me. The one with the Linkin Park camisa, camiseta over his chest, the one with a blazing argument in his eyes. The one with his head held high, despite my father’s persistence at proving him wrong, despite my father’s desperation to find fault in anyone, anyone but himself.
I could feel his gaze glance over my neck as I close the door quietly. As much as the voice inside me is screaming to me not to look back, never look back, I do, meeting his eyes with an apology in my eyes. Our eyes stay locked for only a fraction of a second, but he nods, a micro-nod, almost imperceptible to human eyes.
Go.
And I do, because he looks away before I could give him my micro-nod of thanks, before I could go back there and start screaming absolute and bloody murder at my father and his slut-dressing girlfriend.
I take a breath of fresh air after I’ve closed the front door behind me, letting it fill my lungs, letting it kill the anger-butterflies that had started filling my stomach.
I start running towards the setting sun, the fire-red filling the clouds at the other end of the earth.
And soon, I’d be running towards the moon, my legs hurting, my feet on fire, my lungs overworked, my mind empty, determined to reach the white orb hovering just over my head.
I’d close my eyes, letting his voice fade over my ears, pleading my breath to go even. My ears traveled out, hearing anything but my father’s yelling, anything but his harsh insults, anything but his mocking...
Tick, tick, the clock was ticking. It was an ángel clock, hanging over my head, hanging over the computer I was sitting in front of.
He was saying something about towels, towels left on the floor in the bathroom...
“...left towels all over the damn floors...someone could fall...do tu ever see me leaving shit all over the floor...?!”
Oh, yeah, you’re perfect, dad, tu never leave your crap all over the floor. That’s probably why I almost slipped in the flood on the bathroom floor the other día after tu took a shower.
Tap, tap, the screen of the living room window was tapping against the glass, the wind whispering secrets only the trees can hear, in which I can only here whistling.
I opened the front door quietly, invisible to only two of the three people inside, one being the determined yeller, the other, the women por his side, the one holding his hand, the one smiling with menace, the one smirking in triumph, the one with the fake sweet smelling perfume, the fake sweet smile.
The one to no resemblance to me o my blood whatsoever. The one probably responsible for my father yelling himself hoarse in the first place.
And then the last one. The one barely two years older than me. The one with the Linkin Park camisa, camiseta over his chest, the one with a blazing argument in his eyes. The one with his head held high, despite my father’s persistence at proving him wrong, despite my father’s desperation to find fault in anyone, anyone but himself.
I could feel his gaze glance over my neck as I close the door quietly. As much as the voice inside me is screaming to me not to look back, never look back, I do, meeting his eyes with an apology in my eyes. Our eyes stay locked for only a fraction of a second, but he nods, a micro-nod, almost imperceptible to human eyes.
Go.
And I do, because he looks away before I could give him my micro-nod of thanks, before I could go back there and start screaming absolute and bloody murder at my father and his slut-dressing girlfriend.
I take a breath of fresh air after I’ve closed the front door behind me, letting it fill my lungs, letting it kill the anger-butterflies that had started filling my stomach.
I start running towards the setting sun, the fire-red filling the clouds at the other end of the earth.
And soon, I’d be running towards the moon, my legs hurting, my feet on fire, my lungs overworked, my mind empty, determined to reach the white orb hovering just over my head.
I chanced a glance at you
from across the crowded room
and that was when I noticed
tu were looking at me too
we both know this shouldn't happen
its a road we've been down before
and the only way it ever ends
is with tu walking out the door
so I wish someone would explain to me
why I'm still rooted in place
staring in the direction
of just another lonely face
my mind is screaming at me to run
while my corazón asks me to stay
for a moment I dont know what to do
and if its a price I'm willing to pay
we both know this is wrong
the amor that we share
but we also know that wont stop us
because to find this kind of amor is rare
from across the crowded room
and that was when I noticed
tu were looking at me too
we both know this shouldn't happen
its a road we've been down before
and the only way it ever ends
is with tu walking out the door
so I wish someone would explain to me
why I'm still rooted in place
staring in the direction
of just another lonely face
my mind is screaming at me to run
while my corazón asks me to stay
for a moment I dont know what to do
and if its a price I'm willing to pay
we both know this is wrong
the amor that we share
but we also know that wont stop us
because to find this kind of amor is rare
hola guys I'm new here and I just want to tell u guys how to become a mermaid for those sirenas lovers
I only know 1 spells and I hope it works for u guys
SPELL1#
these 're the following items needed
cup of water with salt mixed in it
voice
steps to take
put ur hand in the salty water o fresh water if u want
say the spell 3 times
sirenas in the sea oh so fast and free
I wish to be one of u, I will have a tail colour of ()
and the power to () water
I will get my tail and power in ten minutos but no later
mermaid when wet, human when dry
10 segundos is all it takesto transform
so mote it be×2
U might get ur tail after 10 minutos but it might work for some people
BEWARE:U CHANGE AFTER ONE DROP OF WATER
Good luck
I only know 1 spells and I hope it works for u guys
SPELL1#
these 're the following items needed
cup of water with salt mixed in it
voice
steps to take
put ur hand in the salty water o fresh water if u want
say the spell 3 times
sirenas in the sea oh so fast and free
I wish to be one of u, I will have a tail colour of ()
and the power to () water
I will get my tail and power in ten minutos but no later
mermaid when wet, human when dry
10 segundos is all it takesto transform
so mote it be×2
U might get ur tail after 10 minutos but it might work for some people
BEWARE:U CHANGE AFTER ONE DROP OF WATER
Good luck