A little Note:
- I DO NOT Own Fullmetal Alchemist.
- This story is an exercise. I don't speak english so this is me trying to write something in a different language. I will love it if you could tell me if i did a bad/ok/good work and how can i get better at this. Thank you in advance.
Before the break of dawn.
The life in the big cities is not for everyone. In many ocassions, a great big deal of people who get here with one purpose in particular end up leaving as quickly as they came if they don't adapt to it. My case, in more than one way, is not so different.
I was born in a place far, far away, from all the big urban centers but I always seek them unconsciously; once I finished school I didn'twait, not even a week, and I took the first train to the capital; all that I wanted was to live alone, meet new and interesting people, you know, do my thingas some of the others in my generation will say.
When I started to live on my own I was really young, like really young (I say this now, that I'm not) and my father, nice guy that he always was, told my over and over again that I wouldn't make it, but I did. And living in this drastic way help me to grow up; I had to work for myself, to pay bills and rent, and I had to study my ass of to keep my grades up. All of this made me a more humble person.
For the past three years this had been my life: studying, papers, mid-terms, work, little to no sleep, and back to the beginning; you could say that I had done everything that I wanted, I had met new people, I had done my thing. All that change…recently.
That night I stayed in the university central library preparing for a final exam, reading three books at the same time, checking for more in the obscure shelfs, so on and so forth until there where only two more unfortunate souls making me company. I wasn'tpaying attention to anything except for my work, for sure, because when I lifted my eyes to see the time instead of being 22:55 pm, the moment when I needed to leave, it was 23:55 pm.
I jumped so hard and so fast that I probably scared the shit out of the others around me, I grabbed all my things (except for the books) and I ran out the door as quickly as I could.
Now, I know what you are thinking: Why did you reacted that way? Why, know, are you running for your life through the lonely streets outside campus?
Well, you'll see, In this beautiful city the trains close their gates at 00:00 am, sometimes they let you get in and catch the last one to go by but that depends on the humor of the workers in that moment. And today, the very same day that I'm running late, the city is experiencing a general strike in the public transport department, what that means is: No buses, taxis or trains for the next 24 hrs. (starting today, at 00:00 am).
Meaning: I'm trap.
I can believe the level of stupidity that my brain was managing at the moment, all that I had to do was to pay a little more attention to the time, the fucking time. I had to go a cross the entire city, literally go from east to west. How the hell am I going do that know?
I need to calm myself down, my hearth is running, if I call them everything will be just fine…but…Where is my phone? I always put it in the same pocket…but of course, you idiot, you were running just two minutes ago remember? Your poor phone probably fell in that moment and only God knows now where it is, but no, God is dead sono one knows.
In that same moment Edward closed his fist and, without any restriction, launch it against the metallic fence protecting the entrance to the train station. The impact created a sound that echo through out the street; his hand, now damage, turn red and started to bleed. Looking at it he whisper:
- Not again.
-Hey…
I can take it much longer. I'm not sure if it is just me or something else but, for some reason, I'm not so sure that I can keep going with this.
Have you ever lost someone really important for you? Have you ever felt the pain of losing a part of you? If you have you can probably understand, if you haven't I'm going to try to explain it: You feel empty, so much so that the only thing that can fill that void is pain and sadness, and when is finally full of shit then you start doing things to feel better, like drinking, or working so much you don't even go home to your wife, or, worst, you forget you have one.
My best friend died five months ago and I don't know what to do.
That night, like many other before, I left my office and went straight to the university central library; I needed to research for a case I was working on and, of course, it was a damn good excuse to not go back home.
Don't get me wrong, I don't hate my wife, but the past few months with her have been a nightmare, so much so that I think I don't love her anymore.
I'm not ready to admit that anywayso don't tell her.
The library wasn't that full and, it wasn't that late, so I had a good four hours to read. But something, or someone, keep throwing my concentration away; across the table a young blonde man move from one place to the other, bringing book after book, reading three different things at a time, it was mesmerizing to say the least; in some way his erratic moves made me very happy.
His face, something tells me that I know him, but I'm not that sure.
The hours go by and from one moment to the other this kid jumps out of nowhere and runs away, it seemed like he had seen the devil or worst, it was rather fun. And then I see it.
His phone alone on the table.
Now, I'm going take a wild guess. I'm going to take this phone and try to find him. I'm going to do this because I don't want to go home but, again, something tells me that I know this young man.
I'm going mad, for sure.
-00:00 am-
-Hey…-A very deep voice echo behind Edward causing him to turn rapidly in fear; what he saw was nothing far from a surprise: A man, his face, his eyes, something told him that he knew him.- I m so sorry, I wasn't trying to scare you, you leave this in the library, I thought you might like to have it back… - And there it was, the blasted phone. Edwards face light up with joy and peace.
-Thank you so much.
-Are you ok? Your hand looks a little…
-Yes, I'm fine, don't worry, is just a little cut, nothing to die for.
-Sure, because you are a doctor, right?
-What tells you I'm not?
-I don't know, the books you were reading in the library, maybe- Busted. – Come on, you need to put ice in that hand.
-Where the fuck am I going to get ice at this hour?! - Good point, but this man, this kind stranger had a plan.
-One of these popular coffe shops, they sell frapuccinos or something like that, right? They must have some…
To be continued...