Desfile

Era una fría noche cuando el viento de repente abrió mi ventana. Con un bostezo, me levanté para cerrarla de nuevo cuando lo vi. El desfile. Miles de mujeres y hombres estaban caminando en silencio, todos ellos vistiendo ropas negras y con un extraño velo cubriendo sus ojos. En el frente, había una chica pálida. Vestía un precioso vestido negro y en sus manos, sostenía una pequeña corona. 

''Qué demo...'', pensé. 

Y entonces, el desfile se detuvo. 

Sentí que mi corazón latía más rápido cuando me di cuenta de dónde ellos habían dejado de caminar. Se trataba de la puerta de mi casa. La chica me miró y sonrió. 

-No puede ser posible...-murmuré-¿Meg?

La chica con el vestido negro era Megan, mi mejor amiga. Ella había desaparecido hace un mes. Y ahora, estaba ante mis propios ojos. Aquello tenía que ser una pesadilla o una broma pesada...

-Hola, Edith. Es tu turno.-dijo ella, alzando la corona. Tenía numerosas manchas de sangre en ella-Tienes que desaparecer. Vas a ser la próxima reina del desfile. 

Carnival

It was a cold night when the wind suddenly open my window. With a yawn, I got up to closed it again when I saw it. The carnival. Thousands of women and men were walking in silence, all of them wearing black clothes and with a strange veil covering their eyes. In the front, there was a pale-skinned young girl. She worn a gorgeus black dress and in her hands, she was holding a little crown. 

''What the...'', I thought. 

And then, the carnival stopped. 

I felt my heart beating faster when I realised where they had stop walking. It was actually my house's door. The young girl looked at me and she smiled.

-It can't be possible...-I murmured-Meg?

The young girl with the black dress was Megan, my best friend. She was disappeared a month ago. And now, she was in front of my eyes. That had to be a nightmare or a silly joke...

-Hi, Edith. It's your turn.-she said, raising up the crown. It had several blood stains on it-You have to dissapear. You are going to be the next carnival queen. 

A long wait

The sun's rays caressed in a pleasant way his cheeks, bathing them in their light. 

In front of him, it was the blue sky reflected in an ocean full of thousand possibilities. The sand tickled at the end of his fingers. And the waves, whose arrives docile to the bank, wet his feet in some comforting way. Exhaling all the air his lungs allowed to him, he looked up and contemplated the seagulls that were flying unworried over his head. He looked down at the sand again to bump into a navy blue hammock that was a few meters from where he was. 

A woman with long blond hair was lying on it. She was wearing a sky color dress, a cream color hat, and huge dark pair of sunglasses that barely let see her little light eyes. In one of her hands, she was holding a soft-drink, and in the other, an ice cream.

-You're late!-reproached him-Where the hell were you?!

-And you're impatient, every year the same. Wishing that I arrived and after that, you don't know how to take advantage of me properly.-complained she while sipping her soft-drink.

-Stop making yourself the victim!-attacked he again-Do you know all the things I have to pass and to suffer without you this year?!

-Oh, yeah.-commented she sarcastic-And do you know I'm not your only holidays over the year? My sisters visit you too at the appropriate time. 

-But... but... you're special! Different! More...!

-Durable?-ended she. She screwed up her mouth, annoyed-Listen, boy. It's nothing personal, but you know I can be the same short-lived as the rest of my family, even more. So calm down, enjoy, and don't make me feel sorry for coming back here one year more.-the summer said, offering him the ice cream.

Una larga espera

Los rayos del sol le acariciaban de forma agradable las mejillas, bañándolas en su luz. 

Ante él, se extendía el cielo azul reflejado en un océano de miles de posibilidades. La arena le hacía cosquillas en la punta de los dedos, y las olas, que llegaban dóciles a la orilla, le mojaban de una forma casi reconfortante los pies. 

Exhalando todo el aire que le permitieron sus pulmones, alzó la vista y contempló a las gaviotas que volaban despreocupadas por encima de su cabeza. Bajó de nuevo la mirada a la arena para toparse con una hamaca azul marino situada a pocos metros de donde él estaba. 

En ella estaba tumbada una mujer de larga cabellera rubia. Llevaba un vestido del color del cielo, un sombrero color crema y un enorme par de gafas de sol oscuras que apenas dejaban ver sus pequeños ojos claros. En una de sus manos sostenía esta un refresco, y en la otra, un cucurucho de helado.

-¡Llegas tarde!-le reprochó él-¡¿Dónde demonios has estado?!

-Y tú eres impaciente, todos los años lo mismo. Deseando que llegue y luego no me sabes aprovechar como es debido.-se lamentó la mujer dando un sorbo a su refresco.

-¡Deja de hacerte la víctima!-atacó él de nuevo-¡¿Sabes todo lo que he tenido que pasar y sufrir sin ti este año?!

-Uy, sí. -comentó ella sarcástica-¿Y tú sabes que no soy tus únicas vacaciones a lo largo del año? Mis hermanas también te visitan a su debido tiempo. 

-Pero... pero... ¡tú eres especial! ¡Diferente! ¡Más...!

-¿Duradera?-terminó ella torciendo la boca, molesta-Mira, chico. No es nada personal, pero sabes que puedo llegar a ser igual de efímera, o incluso más, que el resto de mi familia. Así que relájate, disfruta, y no hagas que me arrepienta de volver aquí otro año más.-le dijo el verano tendiéndole el helado.

Mirrors

No matter how many times he tried to, he couldn't turn away from the mirror. He was hypnotized by the image of his reflection.

Some could say that his admiration was excessive, but they would be wrong. On the contrary, his reflection caused him fear but it was exactly this that impeded him from moving. That icy smile that reminded him of the ghosts of the past, and that incessant, terrifying laugh of that he knew that no one else could hear. He closed his eyes and it was still there. The mirror and its reflection. Sick of everything, he blew on the glass and broke it into a thousand pieces. His knuckles started to bleed and to turn purple, but he didn't mind about that. With every blow he gave, the laughs became more and more maniac, and he got angrier. 

Suddenly, there was silence, and he fell down in pain, holding with his bruised hands to his head. They hadn't gone. The laughs, the voices, they were still there, reminding him of the past. 

And the reflection, that image that once was captured in the mirror was still there too, looking at him from somewhere deep in his fears.

Rain

The gray, overcast sky stretched over her head. The clouds were tinged with sadness and melancholy that cold winter morning. A roar warned her of the arrival of a storm not too far away, but she didn’t seem to pay too much attention to it. She only hurried up when the first drops began to fall, which soon became a true deluge. Without anything to cover herself, she began to run, eager to be safe from the wrath of the skies.  Then, the rain stopped. Confused, she looked up to contemplate the parable that had suddenly created a dry circle around her. The owner of the umbrella looked at her with mocking eyes, and it seemed like he didn’t mind the fact that he had to give up his shelter. Of all the people…  Did it have to be him?

-Oh… it seems that it has stopped raining. –said the boy breaking the silence, removing the umbrella and looking up to the sky.

But that wasn’t quite true. In her eyes, it was still raining with intensity. He looked down and noticed her tears and a hint of concern crossed his face. But this soon gave way to surprise when he felt the girl in his arms. Such was the strength and the need for that hug, that the umbrella slipped from his hand and fell to the puddled floor. 

Little by little, the drops began to fall again, insistent, incessant, bringing with them the storm once more. However, the rain had already taken second place for them. In the middle of that chaos, a hug that didn’t require words; in the middle of that storm, the song that marked two hearts.