The Wall

The Wall

A thought came across his mind..let's do it now.He takes a few steps towards the room's door, putting his ears against it he tries to listen attentively to any strange noise outhere;no one..good!

He opens the door slowly,its creaking frightens him..he hesitates..am i gonna do it?
As the creaking rises,his fears intensify,He looks through the tiny opening and finds complete darkness outside.Giving it a second thought,he shuts the door.

Back to his pale yellow room,he creeps to his bed,folds his arms feeling cold and lonely.He leans his head against the pale yellow wall but repulsively moves it back again when his warm forehead touches the cold wall.

He's not feeling well and and he knows it.Millions of thoughts are sweeping through his head,half of them do not make any sense to him.Maybe i dont belong here,he says to himself.what if they lied to me a long time ago and i really dont belong here.He looks up to the ceiling trying to make shapes out of the shadows hanging up there; a rabbit,water tap..a car..but where can i go? he wonders.

I dont like the life i'm leading,why do i always have to be the weaker..the supressed,the one who must obey the rules with no question and the one who must get used to the unfairness done to him by others.

He remembers what happened to him late in the afternoon and he bursts into tears,leaning his head to the wall again,not minding it like before,he feels it cold and hard against his tired head..but gradually he gets used to it and feels safe.It's no longer cold and its hardness supports him.Being too close to the wall,he imagines that a long warm arm would just come out of it and hold him real tight..exactly what he needs at that moment.

He's not afraid anymore,he jumps out of the bed,takes serious steps toward that ugly door,opens it widely and runs out of it.then reaching the living room,he graps a pen and a paper,writes a few unreadable lines then sticks the paper on the tv screen and disappears.

In the morning,she wakes up,looking for him everywhere,she couldnt find him.Alarmed and confused she reached the tiny paper hanging on the t.v screen.

"Dear ma,
I left home because i know you dont love me the same way u did when i was small.you didnt hit me when i was smaller but now you do. I hate going to school and i cant help being stupid in math..i dont want to go there again and i dont want to live with you nomore.."

The mother tries to regain her balance but she couldnt.She runs to the phone but she doesnt know who to call.she throws herself desperately on a nearby armchair and weeps.

He could hear her,he feels victorious and strong for the first time.He shows up from his hiding place,walks proudly toward his miserable broken hearted mother and pats on her shoulder.

As she rises up her head with floods in her eyes,she grabs him feircly almost to hit him again,but instead,she hugs him hard..she hugs her 8 years old kid like never before.He's the only family she got and lives for and who-for a second-thought she lost him for good.

After all these years and Back to his old room again grey headed,he still remembers. All the toys,tiny cars..guns..colourful books scattered here and there seem too strange to him.It's just the pale yellow wall that never escapes his memory.Facing it is like becoming a kid allover again.