The Love of An Invisible

[Iuri Stevens’ vision]

“Please calm down,” I speak approaching her, she takes a step back.

“To hell with your calm, you ridiculous ugly!”

I stop for a moment, this is not the Aya I know, she is a sweet girl who has the most innocent smile in the world, well, at least that was my opinion of her since I was six years old… I wonder if all this is just her way of enduring all the suffering by attacking me. If it is, fine. I just want her to be able to someday forget the pain she felt yesterday.

“Is this how you thank those who helped you?” my mother enters the room. How long has she been listening in hiding?

“I don’t remember asking…”

“But I do remember you with your clothes all torn, your breasts sticking out and a lot of blood coming out of your head all over my floor.”

I see her eyes widen, the tears glisten, she closes her eyes tightly and shakes her head in a negative way as if she were scaring away the memories. Seeing her suffering like this makes my heart hurt so much. I want so much to make her happy and to see once again that smile that saved my childhood.

“I… I…”

“I think you owe me and my son an apology.”

“Mom!” I call her as a form of scolding, Aya suffered a lot yesterday, she doesn’t need any more pressure today.

“Mother my ass! I won’t put my hand on her head, especially when she dares to insult my only son!”

“She’s been through a lot yesterday…”

“That doesn’t give her the right to say the things she said to us, while she was passed out in bed, she kept saying a lot of things, do you know what those things were?” he asks with a raised eyebrow and I swallow dryly, I can already imagine, “It was horrible words about you! She cursed you and made fun of your appearance, I felt like hitting her right then and there.”

“I didn’t ask for your help!” he speaks up, drawing attention to himself.

“Oh, you didn’t, did you? I hadn’t even touched myself dear,” my mother says debauchedly making Aya’s face turn even redder, “Would you rather have been raped and killed?”

“Yes, I would, it’s much better than being used by everyone and then discarded like garbage! To be stepped on by people like you, who just because you have money and fame think you are better than others and can do whatever you want! I hate people like you!” she lets it all out with screams and tears falling from her eyes.

In a matter of seconds, her face gets paler and paler. My heart squeezes. Her knees go weak and she falls to the ground, you can hear the sound of them colliding, I run towards her and grab her head before she takes any more damage. I see her eyes close and my body begins to tremble. I pick her up on my lap and lay her down on the bed once more.

“It was a pressure drop,” my mother says without coming closer.

“Why?” I question with my eyes closed and my fists clenched.

“Why what?”

“Why did you treat her like that? She is not well, she suffered a lot yesterday and is all bruised. Why did you do this?”

“Because you are my beloved son! I couldn’t stand to see you treat him badly! No mother would let me!” I look at her, and seeing her eyes teary makes the guilt weigh on me. I just want him to be happy… I can’t bear the thought of anyone treating you….

I run towards her and hug her tight, as I haven’t done in a long time. I can’t blame my mother, she only wanted to defend me, she more than anyone really loves me and seeing me well makes her happy.

Sadness weighs on my heart, Aya’s words repeat themselves in my mind, “All you will get in life is women who will want you only for money, because you have nothing beyond that to offer!” – maybe the only woman who has the feeling of love for me is my mother.

“Sorry, I love you, Mom,” she hugs me tighter.

“I love you too, my beloved son.”

After a few seconds we break the embrace and I rub my eyes with the back of my hands. A few tears wanted to come out.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“I’d better go pack, tomorrow you’re going on a trip,” he kisses my forehead.

He kisses my forehead. I agree and leave the room and go towards my own. I take a big suitcase and put some of my clothes in it, only five anime shirts and five casual shorts. When I get there I will buy several clothes that are, considered by society, normal and thus evolve in and out of my world. I close my suitcase immediately after putting away my notebook. All that is left to do is to prepare myself mentally; I will be away for a long time. I will miss my parents a lot.