Looking Up At The Angels

How long has it been, a year…a year and a half? It still feels that it all happened yesterday. I can still hear his mischievous giggling echoing in my head every time I try to fall asleep. Every time I rest my emaciated body on this bed, the bed that shared many intimate moments. Who would have guessed such innocent affection could lead to deadly consequences, lethal consequences. Certainly not me, nor Carl.

Carl was the only soul who ever understood me. Well, the only soul who encouraged my felonious outbursts or aberrant games. we had a lot in common and shared many interests in different aspects of life. But the strongest bond that managed to glue our friendship and make it inseparable is the intolerant treatment we got from our community. Me, as the child of the mad woman who took her own life. and him as the bastard child of the free-spirited, eccentric couple that were hated by everyone in our town. We spent a lot of our childhood and early teenage years dreaming. Dreaming of escaping to a better place, Dreaming of escaping this god-forsaken hell. Where lived a generous number of bigots, racists, and homophobes. Women beating, religious yielded, society image asphyxiated dictators. It was hell admitting we belonged to such primitive society. Of course, we didn’t allow ourselves to follow their despotic laws. or become one of those brain washed, sex driven adolescents , who their only concern was to get through high school, get married and suffer till your middle age misery to support sullen children with a very scarce income. No, Carl and I held a better future, a brighter one. And that’s why to fulfill our dreams, and make sure that our glistening future was bound to happen, we rebelled against everything and anything in that place. Carl was smart, no doubt about that. That’s why I wouldn’t leave him get back on his studies and always grind him to study more. I always knew he would become a great thing in the future. On the other hand, my academic level was nothing to brag about. the less said about it the better. I tried my best to become one of the smart ones, read all what I can but it was no use. Some people were bound to shuffle through life with poor education about Shakespeare and non-existent mathematical skills. It didn’t bother me because I knew that Carl would make it better for both of us.

We refused to attend any of the religious cycles that were created for kids our age. To educate us against drugs, before marriage sex and Satan. Of course each and every one of those who attended the cycle were horrendously hypocritical about everything that was represented in the cycle. They would say something, but behind everyone’s back perform the most cringing and skin-crawling sinful acts of all. We didn’t want to join the charlatanic crowd, so we preferred to stay away from every one of them.

We were not exactly the outcasts, but it was clear that our existence was not very welcome. It’ll surprise you how much hate and abhorrence someone can hold against you just by being different, even traumatically different.

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