Chapter 2 – Lila
"Like trying to keep a fatman out of the refrigerator. Lila" – Robert M. Pirsig
A lot of people aspire to an ideal, but there are a few who take the jump of courage and reach the moment in which they need to duel with the obstacles that put them to the test in mysterious ways almost all the inherited, equipped or acquired virtues and strategies. She has always hated the clichés. Everyone states that they're living their life in pink that they're happy and they don't need anything else. She, on the other side, considers that her life totally respects the palette of purple. Presenting a volcanic character, vulnerable in the same time, she finds the power to model her mentality according to the circumstances. The same fact is applied to the lila. It passes from a peaceful, delicate shade to a flashy one, filled with strength and capability to express itself. To get to the carefully planned point, she affirms that my name is Emma, but everyone calls her Swan, making a parallel to her original strategy to camouflage, to get out from limit situations, that wait for us at absolutely every corner of street, armed with a lethal dose of temptations. There are a lot of things that need to be said about her. Actions speak louder than words. In order to make an impression about her body, long deprived of any punch, she can say that is fragile, able to break in a moment. She looks a bit like an albino, her hair being trapped in the same pale spell, flooding in fuller, asymmetric waves. The eyes, which betrayed thoughts more than enough times than necessary, are two sapphires, implanted with the help of holy individual and the stately force of genetics.
The past, on the other side doesn't seem to be so spotless and carefully arranged like the exterior layer, which is involuntary hypocrite, creating the image of a fighter. She wishes to be one. It's hard for her to confess and without any grain of exaggeration she states that she has never been loved. Life offered her enough times to prove this, maybe too many, or it takes the place of a workout for the still undiscovered, urban society, which is popularized worldwide. Let's start with the beginning. From her first moment of life, she wasn't wanted, and with the help of a guardian angel, she was brought and included in the "foster care" system. Five years after this bitter experience, she had the chance to get into a loving family who offered her an education, a roof above her head and also the parental love that had always missed. And here she is, at the beautiful age of eighteen, "free like a bird of heaven".
Her parents suddenly decided to move in Japan for an architectural project. Meanwhile, she froze her year between high school and college. So, she spends almost all her time being trapped in the curse of loneliness, which seems not to have an annihilation elixir.
But, everything can change in the moment in which your ideologies reach the apogee and with a slight trace of regret, we take the gamble and start walking in the direction of the unknown, endowed with multiple trials.
To resume in one word, the day light proves to be a good counselor, so in the morning that is bathing in a pool of dares pushed until they reached our faces, she discovered that she doesn't know from where appears a chance to achieve her dream, covered by the mists of fear, who defend the intellect from a possible fail. So, getting out of bed, with a heavy grace, exactly the opposite of a swan, she's going to welcome a new day, full of the adrenaline of the unknown from the dawn. Walking with pressed steps, filled with cumulated laziness, she's heading to the kitchen, which is decorated only with stainless steel, just to find a lonely serenity and also a ticket which is incapable to replace a person. The ticket was announcing her parents' return in the country of earthquakes for a full year, driven by the prominent smell of a financial reward which seemed like a considerable one. How she was expecting, she found herself completely isolated in the grand residence, which wasn't beating a flat, bathed by caldrons of happiness. The time was passing rapidly, leaving the exterior and also the interior peace under covered. Dwelled in a fluffy and warm cocoon of a blanket, she was watching a movie chosen without any serious reasons, which reached the point to make her nauseous from the unreal actions, inappropriately placed. Something she only witnessed was a deeply monologue which had captured her attention.
On the background, it was heard the TV which was standing turned on the"at your disposal" news, that were announcing a new, horrible murder, like this event will bring the excitement in our lives. That information was completely ignored by her look, while being focused on the final lines of this masterpiece of mediocrity. In the moment before the screen went black, the protagonist affirmed wholeheartedly:"We don't give up on things we love". She felt moved; it triggered a new billow of pressure in her body, having the form of a forgotten thought, too rampant to be shared. It looked like the cornerstone of an uncertain future, similar to an instantaneous illusion, a moment that demands to be felt, counselor of the trust that she can reach that "somewhere". At the silent command of the destiny, her look, already deceived by the quotes that were repeated mechanically by the mind of the director, changed its trajectory, catching in its orders, fixed with an absolute wonderful view, somehow foreignly placed.
With a pressed voice, a tenor one, it was announced the information –somehow common- that every lover of adventure, liberty and fun is turning his attention to the famous city, Boston. The announcement was becoming gradually a unique chance, a portal to a blind experience with favorable consequences. It was a memorable moment for her ideology. It was way too attractive to be ignored. So, in a blink of an eye, charged with multiple questions and a lot more numerous reasons, she found the power to get rid of any trace of insecurity and with a noisy whir she left behind her carefully-built nest.
Accompanied by a rustling speed, she climbed the slippery stairs, thundered in her room, which was decorated in a floral vintage style and which she was proclaiming to be hers. She was looking desperately for her spacious bag, which in its good days was used to proudly carry the chalk that she needed for her athletic classes. Discovering and grabbing it violently, she put it on her bed and she prepared it, structural talking, for the avalanche of clothes. Taking the bathroom's way and turning with her slim arms full of products, she was feeling her heart in the back of her neck, pumping deafening oxygen and feeling with its unmistakable intensity my vocal cords, despite the fact that they were now weakened by the adrenaline. With a sick appetite powered by the fierce desire to surpass her condition, completely inversely with her medium stature, she started rummaging in the tall closets, made from cherry wood which was gently touching the ceiling, carefully decorated with a pale shade, similarly to the color of the buds of Hyacinths. Without caring of any damage, she packed her favorite articles, which were numerous and were fighting to find a comfortable position in the bag provided with ridiculous dimensions. Completed by an almost empty make-up kit, and a lot of books, really close to her heart, she perfected the masterpiece of the first step. Just by taking a thicker cloak from the peg, she got out from the stately residence, contoured by sweet memories, defined by reflective inclusions, properly-said her second chance. Without looking back, she stepped in a whole new world, still hidden for her complex feelings, aggressively chipped by the past, by the life lessons. You need a moment to make a decision and then another ten to realize the possible negative effects. Even after a time that looked like an eternity, she remained neutral. A single thing was certain: she was doing the right thing.
By taking her heart in her teeth, Emma got into the closest taxi she could've found and she asked for a ride to the airport. The backseat of the taxi was pretty old, patched with silk of complementary color of the principal background. It smelt like wear, it was reminding her of the old days of her first years, being changed from one family to another like a piece of furniture. Those years were deeply dark, a complete blackness, offering a realistic definition about life, full of brackets and additional explanations. With an unbearable pressure and a loudly wrestle, she got out of the bent car and she headed inside to realize with astonishment that the fate was smiling. She caught the last place in a flight to Boston. She wasn't completely aware that the crime of her parents 'strict ideology which was committed, started to give her chills. The flame of her wish lighted every cell of her body, suppressing the fear which was induced willingly in her character.
There was no way to exit and she didn't want to be. Emma was experiencing for the first time an unsure land, contoured by the unknown which was whispering sweet promises in her tiny ears.
Author's Note : Thanks to my best friend who read my dedication. You made me cry! Literally!
Well, only a few left until he'll meet the Boston hottie.
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