Chapter Two:
Words From The Heart:
Kaia knew it was true, still who in the world choose to be dirty? At least she didn't. It was life, fate, destiny; it was something bigger than her or anyone else that forced her to be the way she is, she hate to admit it because she had to state how vulnerable of a girl she was.
After her parents got killed in front of her when she was still a six years old kid her uncle took over all their wealth and pretend to take care of her, but as soon as the 'unfortunate event' burned to forgotten ashes he sold her as a slave.
The man who bought Kaia was Felix –or so called father by the girls- a drunkard who buys and pick up orphan girls to force them work in exchange for a rotten ceiling and a disgusting soup. For their benefit, rich people and police have his back which Kaia discovered after an essay to escape. She always face closed doors, windows and hands which never opened unless to push her back.
Her pair shoes were the only thing you could hear a voice of, avoiding dark narrow streets she walked under lamps making her shadow dance behind her. Next thing she knew was her in the beach, extremely cold but it was the only place where she calms down. She inhaled and exhaled rhythmically letting the salty air engulfed her lungs, ambled a few steps and sat crossing her legs in front of the ocean.
"Hello Mr. Ocean," She said with a wide smile. It was her habit –she didn't knew if it was bad or good- coming here whenever she was in a tight spot and talk it all to the ocean. Every time there was no response, well she was mad enough to speak but not to the degree expect an answer.
'At least he listens earnestly' she thought, for her the ocean was a wise grandpa, she would rumble for hours yet he never ignored her or turn his back to her, not like his able to but she had a feelings he would never do such a thing even if he could.
She lighted two matches and anticipating the results of her action she thought 'I'll be beat up till death anyway.'
"You knew, Felix will beat me up tomorrow…maybe the day after it too as I would be as good as a mummy, enable to walk and do trashed work, he won't give me food or blanket so I'll sleep in the cold floor" Her stomach growled at the mention of food and she chuckled adding "…again." She lighted four other matches as the two burned out.
"I didn't tell you but at eighteen I'll be forced to do more than match selling, dirty work…" The sound of a large wave crushed filled her ears, she considered it as a sign of the Ocean's anger at her statement and smiled faintly,
"Don't worry Osan, I'm planning to escape before it happens." The word were more like addressing herself to assure a shaky part of her.
" I came to tell you about my world Osan…a world where women wear silky dresses made by the tears and blood of kids, where men are gentlemen wolves they bent to wealthy ladies and jump on starry little girls. A flashy façade of wild forest, where we are insects fated to crush under the foot of Earls," despite Kaia's flustered state she was happy to talk with no one stopping her, to express her true feeling rather than empty smile hung over her lips till it etched there, to free the dark emotions chewing her. Happy to the point she didn't notice neither the weird unrestrained movement of the ocean or that the matches went cold long ago.
"It's frightening how no one want to change, help, or at least see. Each one walk in their comfort zone not bothering on whose body they walk on…the sun burn the color in the Whole but I can't help see them all in one single color…a dark grey."
The waves of wind sent chills down her spine reminding her of matches, she snatched a box from the basket and dragged the set of wood against the rough dry surface of the box screaming "I wish to live in a more colorful world; I wish to be cleaned from all of their dirt."
The instant the matches fired letting the girl have better view, her eyes widened and her lower jaw dropped at the sight of a giant wave was about to hit the whole damned city. It was awfully silent, no wonder she could hear her voice free of flows just a moment ago, it was just her and huge jaw of water ready to snap on her.
She somehow managed to utter the word under her chin.
"Not like that Osan."