Breaking Free
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2002 - She's... Broken.
"They can't hurt you unless you let them."
''When the Rain is blowing in your face,'' Santana's lips parted, letting the words flow ease fully out of her mouth as she quivered monumentally, her whole body trembling from the severe cold she was feeling. The water drops falling concrete on her face and sliding slowly into her clothes. She gazed longingly down the street as her body stayed fastening on the pavement. Sitting on the cold ground, she found that her only release from the frigidity she was feeling; was singing. ''And the whole world is on your case,'' Santana blew a light breath, watching the air that released itself turn into a light wind before dispersing within the night. ''I would offer you a warm embrace..'' She wraps her own arms tighter around her waist, rocking back and forth as she kept her gaze on the dark roadway's, just waiting expectantly. ''To.. Make.. you feel..'' She pressed her eyes together allowing a single teardrop to escape. ''My love..'' She held her body tighter, as if scared that she might fall apart if she were to loosen her grip.
The young Latina feels her body temperature decrease due to the cold, the rain seems to help with this circumstance. And it sadly doesn't work in her favor, it does however give her time to think. At the age of nine she never expected herself to think so much, yet she has too, and yet she does. ''When evening shadows and the stars appear. And there is no one there to dry your tears..'' Santana recalls her mother singing her this specific song. Always telling her daughter in song that she would be with her, though she might not be home often. Her mother is with her, in song and in her heart. And when Santana may feel lonely or scared, she just had to sing this song and her mother would be nearby. Santana thinks that her mom had meant for this song to be like a spell, or a summon perhaps. Thus she expected her mother to come when she sang, just what a summon meant. However, her mother never did appear.
Same tale goes for her damn father. Who had to pick her up from dance class ages ago. But apparently he had forgotten her, once more. Or perhaps when she sang the song it didn't reach her father's whereabouts. Although her father did tell her that he wouldn't come late again, he even promised it. Or maybe promises didn't mean a thing during this century, and his words were just lose threads that can't be tied properly again. Thus, she was getting sick of it. It has happened more then once, often after her dance classes, and school, or even other activities. Her father seemed to forget her every time, and his way to make up for his stupidity, was money.
Santana knows by now that money can't buy everything. Because she sure as hell still felt empty when the exchange was given.
She gazes up at the sky, only to feel the raindrops pour along her face. Santana blinks a few times, to prevent the water to leak in her eyes. Instead of looking at the drops pouring, or the dark clouds in the sable night, she gazes at the light forming up high. Waiting expectantly for thunder to appear. She breathes in for the last time before belting another line, ''I could hold you for a million years.'' She pauses, letting the words sink through the cold swiftly air before resuming, ''to make you feel my.. Love.'' She clenches her jaws before closing her lips, waiting for the thunder to light up the sky. For as long as she has to stay here, she at least wanted to enjoy her favorite part of the gravely night.
Santana stares up at the sky, looking at the swiftly movement of the thunder propelling through the heaven. Arched movements vultures loudly. Biting through the thick layers of darkness. She see's the sky light up due to the shocking luminescent motions, as the clouds part within the heavens. The sound of sweet thunder fracturing the silents minutes after. Letting Santana wonder just where the thunder has released itself.
She hopes that she could once in her life time get the chance to see lightening up close. Not caring if she would be at the verge of dying, seeing as she has been told (quite a few times) that thunder can kill a person abruptly. The electricity electrocuting a human can (probably will) send the specif person straight towards it's death. Although, this fact didn't frighten Santana, at all. Contrary she was fascinated about the things lightening could do to a person. She thinks- no, knows, that seeing such a thing would bring a feeling out of her she can't particular explain. Perhaps it's utterly voltage, maybe even joy?
Santana lets her eyes retrain the sky, the thunder taking a hold of her as she enjoys the musical sound the heaven is producing. Composite with the rain, it seems as a beautiful combination. The sounds seems yet more boisterous. Amazing, is the only word that can describe what she was thinking best. As she gazes back down to the road she sees another light forming far ahead, inching closer. But strangely not seemingly the same like the headlights she's use too. Actually the lights don't seem at all familiar. And the dark car which the vivid light is coming from, seems more frightening then acquainted. Not that she had expected a strange occurrence to feel tensive.
She bites away the cold she's feeling, and refuses to fall in the hands of the anguish whilst looking at the sable car coming forward. Watching as the car stops just a measure away from her tremulous body.
She watches two mans step out of the unknown car, the raindrops clattering upon the hood. The mans walking closer towards her, and all she can do is wrap her arms tighter around her own body. The water falling upon her face and misting her sight. Santana presses her eyes to little slits as her brown pupils gaze back at the strangers. Both wearing black suites, and with two sunglasses haunting their eyes, she finds them oddly mysterious. In a good way.
The first man at the right ends up standing in front of her. ''Hello young girl.''
Santana shows them a weak smile, knowingly that she can't talk to strangers but still doing so. If her parents indeed cared about her, they would have brought her home a long time ago. And not have left her under the pouring rain. ''Hi.''
''We couldn't help but see you sitting here all alone, aren't you cold?'' Santana keeps gazing back at him, trying to find out why he would be talking to her.
''I am waiting for my parents.''
''Those parents aren't particular nice, are they?'' The other man at her left speaks up. She revolves her head to him. ''I'm just saying this, because if I had a child, I wouldn't have left her out at the pouring rain. Besides it's very cold.''
She merely nods. Santana knows her parents around remotely good. But they aren't bad either. ''They aren't bad. If you think so.'' She shivers due to the cold. ''They just often forget, that's all.'' Her right hand leaves her body and comes lying upon her face. She wipes away the water drops, but to no avail. The pouring rain clouds her face once more.
''Why don't you come with us into our cars we can-'' His words stop as a loud thunder makes it's self known. Both man tremble slightly before her eyes, but still try to hold their composure. And the little Latina girl, instead watches the thunder make it's appearance. Seconds later the sky lights up with the same lightening, once more.
And she enjoys it, more then she should have.
The man at her right gazes at the man at her left. ''You sure like the thunder, don't you?'' He questions. Receiving a nod from her. ''Do you want to be special, Santana?''
She cups her head straight away to the left, the water drops hitting her face. ''How do you know my name?''
''You're special, Santana. And people like us help special people, like you.'' She raises her eyebrows. ''You're not happy with your mom and dad. But you can be happy, with people just like you. Don't you want to fit in?'' He receives a determined nod from Santana. ''We can help you with that, but your mommy and daddy will not be seen in a while.''
''I don't know..'' Santana say's, making the left dude frown. ''Mommy and daddy will miss me.'' She doesn't believe her own statement, though.
''They won't,'' the left dude answers coldly. ''But we will be very sad if you won't come with us, Santana.'' She looks downcast. ''We can make sure that the thunder will not be so far out of reach for you anymore.''
She cups her head back up, ''really?''
''Really..'' He smiles his teeth bright, the raindrops falling upon his lips. ''We promise you,'' he points to the guy at his right and back to his self. ''That you will be closer to thunder then you will ever know.''
''But, my mother and father..''
''We can make sure that they won't mind.'' The right dude said.
She hesitated, though. Not knowing what she's putting herself into. ''How do you know I'm special?'' She bits her lip, her tongue flickering out and catching the raindrops on her bottom lip.
''We wouldn't be here, if we wouldn't know.'' The right guy states.
And she agrees, for in her mind, that seems to be the only way she can be happy, again. Thus she walks with them, stepping away from the pavement. And leaving the cold rain. Leaving the life she knew, at her back. Refusing to turn around.
Santana wonders for a moment if she would ever hear the sound of lightening again.