Part 2

I feel like several thorns pierce my heart as I remember my father before he passed away.

Heat is what runs through the human body, some recognize it as happiness and love, others symbolize it as the human soul and an eternal flame that fills us with an embracing heat capable of defining us and making us different.

But it has not always been this way because before the heat there was cold, loneliness, pain. Layers to collapse to the largest mountain or sink the most luminous person in the world.

People who are possessors of heat and have light in their life are those who have everything they have come to look for in life and lack nothing. Love, happiness, family, friends. These people are known and valued by many, they are free from that mental prison and they have no worries. They are free and fly over a vast blue sea full of glitters and a beautiful landscape painted in different colors that give life to their travels through the clouds.

People possessed by polar cold and jet darkness are those full of problems, worries, alone and who carry a trunk full of pain. These people are released from their penalties with drinking, drugs and you can find them in bars and brothels. Looking for love and fun at strip clubs or teen parties.

I get up from a bed full of black roses and thorns that covered me like a blanket. I see that path covered with roses and thorns that I have been walking for years devoid of color and with the typical cold that has taken over what was once a path full of colors as well as the roses that adorned it so much, so full of heat and devoid of thorns.

I remember my mother once told me that we all have a way of seeing our path, whether it be with cables, trees, seas or even wind. She defined her path with clouds full of different shapes and colors, that is why she told me that it was her beautiful path full of life, like mine before falling into worries and alcohol, letting herself be carried away by a storm full of lightning that swept her away . away from her. Thus ending her path of clouds and dying in it.

Now I am on the same path as her, only mine is full of thorns that life has left me and a path of changing roses that intoxicate me with their smell of suffering and sadness, leaving me unconscious every time I go, without leaving me. . I rest until I collapse from exhaustion.

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I get out of bed with watery eyes and the first thing I do is look around me. When I realize that I am in my room, I get up, wipe the tears with my forearm, and head to the bathroom to wash and take my pills.

When I come out of the bathroom I look at the time on the bedroom clock and realize that it is 5:30 am.

-It's too soon- I sigh and start looking for something to wear to go to enroll in the University of London -What about all this, I don't know the address where it is- I think. Yesterday I forgot to ask Silvia for her address. I'm an idiot, how could I forget something so important? Affirm my mind. But since I arrived in this country, everything has become more difficult for me, I have to adapt to society, the laws and learn directions. But it is not that I get a lot out of these 4 walls and I am interested in knowing other places, if not that I have to learn them out of obligation if I do not want to lose myself - again - he reproaches me again when I am already dressed, to leave. I wear a pink shirt, brown pants and black shoes, a black bag on my back and a watch on my right wrist.

I leave my apartment at 6:20 a.m., close the door, say goodbye to Jhon, and walk the streets of London again.

I go to the cafeteria where Silvia works so she can give me directions but ...

-Welcome! How can I help you? - Asks a blonde girl with blue eyes showing kindness- I ignore her and start looking for Silvia with my eyes, but I can't see her anywhere. In the end I turn my attention to the blonde who looks at me like she's crazy.

-Mr? - calls me

- Or excuse me, I didn't see you with all the teeth I have in my oral cavity - I'm looking for a brunette named Silvia, don't you know if she comes by chance? - He squints his eyes and looks at me like I'm a stalker or some kind of serial killer- But what's wrong with this girl? Can't you give me a yes or a no? I have things to do for God. I watch him open his mouth to say something and close it again, killing my hopes of getting out of here quickly. "Damn it," I think again until he finally gives me an answer.

- No. But who's looking for her? - Daughter of ...

- Willow looks for her- before asking "why" I answer- so she can give me the address of the University of London

- Okay, well, let me write them on a piece of paper- he will look for a pen and a sheet to "help me" - he comes back with the two objects and begins to write

- How do you not know where it is? Are you suffering from memory loss or did the guide not help you? - I see how he laughs at me, the damn thing.

- Sorry, but not all of us pay for a guide, you know? or sorry, you don't know, you just talk to talk and you are distributing coffee- I answer abruptly with some annoyance. I don't like people who just make fun of others without knowing how life has treated them.

- Excuse me little flower, here you go- give me on paper with the address of the university

- Thank you coffee maker, I hope I will not see you again- I take the paper and go to the door waving goodbye

-NOTHING FLOWERS! I HOPE TO SEE YOU HERE AGAIN! -She screams like crazy before she leaves the premises

-Now, the university has been told- I think with much fatigue and regret, now to walk through these streets again.

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I was a few blocks from the university until I started to get a shooting pain in my head. I see a nearby store and go towards it as fast as I can, almost falling on the road. I ask where the bathroom is and go straight to it. I walk into a cubicle and take my pills out of my backpack with a bottle of water. I swallow them in one go, and after a while I pass out in the cubicle.

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I wake up again in my path of thorns and yellow roses. I get up and notice something strange in the color of my path and the aroma that the roses that adorn it give off. It is a rich and beautiful smell of vanilla that intoxicates my nostrils this time and such a beautiful and luminous yellow color that adorns the roses in my path- Let the past open so that the color of my black roses and their smell of smoke change ? - I think of something logical because of the change in color and smell of my roses, until I remember what my mother said a few years ago.

-Son, each and every one of the beings on this earth, have emotions that can color their world with different colors or smells, they can even turn their world completely upside down just with a word or an action. As I did with your father a few years ago and as I do now. And just like you, you turned our world upside down when you were born.

She and I get up from the stringy grass and she guides me to a rose in the shade of the tree. She takes the rose from the ground.

-Take son- he shows it to me and extends it to me in his hands- this is a rose, what is it beautiful? Contains a very rich characteristic odor.

I take the rose when it finishes explaining and I prick myself with one of its thorns

-Care darling, calm down, don't cry- he heals the wound with a kiss and wipes my tears- What is cute? - He tells me while he smiles - What if we take it home and put it on the window of your room? but yes, you will have to take care of that, ok?

We get up off the ground - come on son, shake hands with mommy, okay? - I shake his hand and we go in the direction of our house ...

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-Nuttelion