Historias perdidas: Cry

Sé que ha sido mucho tiempo sin noticias. Iba a hacer los dibujos, lo juro, pero me rajé. En fin, últimamente no he estado muy fina, y sigo sin estarlo, así que intentad no tenerlo muy en cuenta y no me juzguéis demasiado.

Voy a continuar con esto, que sí, hace un montón que subí la última parte. Espero que os acordéis. Esto me está llevando más de lo que esperaba, y está siendo más largo de lo que tenía planeado. Por lo menos espero que os esté gustando.

Probablemente tenga fallos, como siempre. Intentaré poner la excusa de que estoy muy cansada.

14. Cry

Her car was already repaired. She had to admit Jordan was quite a serious and professional man, even though it didn't look like his garage was full of cars. Surely, he finished his work at least two days before what she was expecting, and it didn't look like he was too busy.

And so she was ready to go. But she had no clue about what could be her next move. She guessed she'd need to ask around. Probably try to find out where his son was studying. Maybe she could begin with the same school Ray was going to.

Samantha thanked the man before getting in the car, then started the engine and put the pedal down. She had missed the sensation of the machine obeying her orders.

Suddenly she remembered she had no idea, either, of where was the child studying. For a second her mind considered searching for any school around the area, but finally decided she wanted to see the little man, who had unexpectedly become her only friend. Yet, as she didn't know where he lived - the fact of knowing so little overwhelmed her-, she only had one option left: the beach. The place where she found him first, and possibly the place where she would find him now.

Heading to the beach, she got to the conclusion the idea was quite ridiculous. What were the chances of finding him there at that exact time? Thinking about it, she had never been with him at that hour. One o'clock, mostly. Around lunch time. He should be home, certainly. Still, Sam found out she didn't care. She wanted to breath in the salty air anyway.

A calming aura surrounded her. Even though she hadn't expected it, the city was changing her.

However, that feeling didn't last for too long. She saw a moving shadow out of the corner of her eye, and so she looked for a second out of the car window. It took a second for her brain to process the information, but when it did, she automatically stepped on the brakes, moving a few inches forward. Making sure no car was coming behind hers, she went back and carefully left her vehicle on the side of the road. Then she stepped out and moved towards the small, broken silhouette sitting beneath the tree.

'Ray?' she slowly began. A pale, scared face looked up from his knees. 'What are you doing up here, all alone?'

Without saying a word, he pulled out his leg. Not a scream came out of his mouth, although his ankle had an awful purple colour. And then, in a soft voice which seemed like a warm spring breeze, he mumbled: 'I fell. I couldn't move, so I was waiting for the pain to go away.'

'Oh my God... That will not go away just waiting! Let me get you home... Anyway, how are you not crying?'

That time, the serenity in the child's face scared her. It wasn't normal.

'I've seen my mother cry. You know, Sam? I felt useless, because I couldn't stop her pain. I don't want to do that to others. So I won't cry.'