The drops of liquid were slowly dripping from the broken ceiling. Due to a gloomy weather outside, the room was dimly lit with only a single candle at the far end, beside the locked door. The apparently colorless liquid kept on dripping from above. Slowly forming a pool on the floor. Some amount of the gathered liquid was flowing towards the inclined side of the floor. Towards the little girl.
The little girl was sleeping. Her hands tied behind her back. Her face whitened. Signs of tiredness was there and a hint of unnatural aging was slowly becoming prominent on her skin. While age lines were forming on her skin within mere seconds, her heart beat also increased. Her veins under her skin were so prominent, that if there was sufficient amount of light, one could see, that her veins are pulsing at an abnormally high rate. As if they would burst out and splatter blood in all direction in any moment. Yet, there was a peaceful smile etched on her face.
The child was walking in small strides. She was already late for her school. Her father was holding her hand, softly yet in a firm grip so that she doesn’t fall. Despite the alacrity in her movement, she was quite contained. Her expressions lucid, calm and she was asking questions.
Child: Why do we study dad?
The dad was smiling. He was used to such questions. Especially on such moments, when she used to feel an amount of stress due to any unforeseen reason apparently. He knew, that this was her way of coping up with the situation. Thus, he answered, in a way to make her think, to arrive at conclusions on her own.
Dad: So that you can know.
Child: Know what?
Dad: What you’re weak at.
The child stayed silent for a while. After a few paces, she again asked. Rapidly throwing a few questions at her dad.
Child: What do I do after that? Why am I weak? Weakness is bad, right dad?
By the time she came up with her questions, they had already reached the school. So, the dad got down on his knees. Looked at her eyes, and answered with a smile: “You make yourself better than you were before knowing your weaknesses. Everyone’s weak at some point my dear, it is not bad. It’s what makes us enable to decide which steps to take and which are to be avoided. That helps us to overcome some disasters and odds in certain points of time.”
The child stood there, it took a while for her to let her dad’s words sink in. And then, she hugged him and ran towards her class with a joyous smile on her face.
Diana was having a bad day in her office. It was, as usual, her boss was being over friendly, trying to flirt out with her. At the same time, she was involved in a bitter argument with her project leader. Her private life was not going as well she had planned. Misunderstandings were increasing and the amount of time spent in a relation was decreasing at equal rates. Her boyfriend was there, only to remind her about things what she actually missed and wanted. That did not help in any way, not in a positive way at least. She exhaled a deep sigh of utter disgust and frustration and forced her concentration back on her pending task. Within a few moments, she was engulfed under the huge amount of paperwork. Analyzing the market behavior, doing the thing at which she did best.
The visions of a child playing in the field, or the young girl running towards her parents through a flowery field slowly lay dormant. As she indulged herself more into her work, the scenes dissolved into nothingness as if they were mere sprinkles of imagination. Some figments from thoughts of a nonexistent being, her visions moved away from her mind. All that was left there was some dry calculations and complex reports which had no essence of life in them.
The child was tired after a long day of school. Yet, the sign of a refreshed flowery freshness was present in her demeanor. It did not take any effort, she was like that naturally. And slowly she strode towards her home, in a rhythmic pace. Neither running nor walking, but in fluid and quick paces. She needed to get to her home before the storm.
She did not know what actually would have happened on any other day. She was not tensed, as it was not in her nature. Yet, when she felt the breeze getting chiller in a rapid manner, and the force of the wind suddenly became very strong with a hint of wetness, which signaled for a hefty cloudburst momentarily. Then, she started to run, in a desperate attempt to reach her home before being swept by the storm. The sky was getting roofed by dark clouds. The surroundings became dark, the daylight suddenly seemed to have been extinguished by some unnatural force.
Suddenly, she saw an elderly woman. Dressed in a black business suit, signaling the child to follow her. The child, confused and at the same time in a hope to get settled for a while till the storm passed, followed her. Together they entered an old building. The only source of light was coming from the single candle beside the entrance. The building was very old, and its ceiling was broken. Yet, it was the best place as a shelter at the present moment. The child called the woman, but could not find or see her. Instead, she heard a calm voice, “Stay here, till the storm passes, you’re too weak to get out in there”. She tried protesting, as she did not think that she was weak, but no more response came. She banged the door through which she had entered, but it was bolted shut. At that very moment, she felt somebody gripping her tightly from behind. A dark shadow engulfing her entire body, her hands were tied behind her back. She could not protest or stop the person or thing which was assaulting her. All she could do was to feel all of her strength leaving her body. And then, everything went blank, as she lay there. She could only sense that the rain has finally begun to fall.
Diana got up from her chair. Came outside of her cubicle. It was just another tiring day, but today she felt somewhat different. The entire day her past memories, the days of being a happy child came back to her in bits and pieces. And, each time those memories surfaced, she pushed them back. She could not afford to be nostalgic or getting lost in the reminiscence of something which she had buried a long time ago under a rubble of old memories and bittersweet experiences. Though she was trying hard to convince herself, convince that she did the right thing, she felt an emptiness growing inside her stomach and slowly engulfing her completely. She forced herself to stay strong. She tried to remember the lessons, of not being weak and to survive. With a determination beyond imagination, she drove her car back to the apartment where she lived.
She took small steps and climbed the staircase. Opened the door and jumped straight into her bed. She could not stop it anymore and busted out. Sobbing silently, tears flowing down her cheeks, wetting the pillow, the bed and herself. As she was lying face down, she could not see the skylight above her. It was raining.
The child slowly woke up. The signs of aging were beginning to disappear. She saw a streak of the liquid flowing, coming towards her. She tried to move her head, but she could not, due to the weakness. She could see the sky through the broken ceiling now. The rain had finally stopped. The sky was beginning to get clear. She did not know for how long she had been observing the sky, as she suddenly felt a salty taste in her mouth. The flowing thick liquid had touched her mouth. She instantly recognized the taste of tears. At the same moment realized that her hands were not tied anymore.
She stood up. Took firm stepped towards the door. Opened it, and stepped outside, once again into the open world with a smile on her face.