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Part2
Is April, the day is warm, and she sit on a bench, under a tree full of cherries. She can’t help but smile at the fuss the little sparrows do while they feast on the tiny red fruits. She take a deep breath and recall her last weeks on the hospital: Group therapy, single sessions, medications, activities, more group therapy. And finally she felt like going back to reality, after all spending the days nursed like a little girl wasn’t real life, not on her conception, at least.
She spent the last months on a “day care” regime, arriving at the hospital at 9:00 am, leaving at 17:00pm, sleeping at home, five days at week. More if she felt like having a… episode. Strange way to call suicide, or a suicide attempt: Episode.
She did think about doing… that again, but never tried. John would still call her home every night, to “chat” and make sure she was still breathing, but that was good. They would talk about nothing for hours, and she truly loved the attention. John was worried about her quitting the “day care” and starting to have just a weekly visit to her doctor, but he still supported her.
A man using jeans and a white medic coat sit close to her.
-Hi Eliza, last day. How do you feel?
-Hi doc, I feel excited. Well, a little scared, but excited.
-Scared of what?
-Of getting back to reality, back to work on my own, to pay bills and spent days alone…
-You know you can extend your stay, or return at any time, right?
-Yeah, but I don’t want to, I want to go back and move on. I feel like I’m ready, but still… It’s odd to see people again, who know what I did. I fell ashamed, and desperate. If I could just erase that…
-But you can’t. Thank goodness you don’t have to live in the past, right? Yesterday is yesterday. Don’t let it ruin your today and scare you from your tomorrow.
She smile a little.
-Well I will remember that, after all you said it to me a zillion times, since day one…
He pat her shoulder and say:
-Good luck Liz, and remember that you can talk to us anytime you feel it.
Later that day, she left. Everyone, patients and nurses, gave her a farewell party. She didn’t want to admit, but she was touched. No one but her parents ever gave her a party, and getting one now was really great.
She walked from the bus stop to her home, distracted. Two shady figures followed her:
-… This plan is stupid Miza.
- Shut up Kev, now transform and mug her.
-And john?
-John is already there. Ha, busting his car’s battery really did him stop by…
-You really love to annoy people, don’t you?!?
-Shut up an go!
And a little black cat with hazel eyes slap a big yellow dog on the muzzle.
Cursing at the feline, the dog stood up and in a blink of an eye he was a black young man dressed like a beggar.
-Dammit Kev! Why a black mugger? You racist dog! Change it now!
The kitty admonished the man. His image trembled, like a mirage, and then he was an ugly white man with a dangerous look.
-Now can I go there and proceed with your idiotic plan, Miza?
-Less talk more mugging! Go catch that purse, good boy!
Kev gave the kitty the eye, but went forward.
OOOk, pull purse, push girl… Or is the other way? Great, how do humans steal purses anyway?
Lizzie stop at the corner, in front of her house, and waited the traffic light to change. Then she sees a silver electric car.
-John?!
She blushes: dammit John, you should call before passing by, now here I am dressed like this…!
With her heart pounding, and with the light green, she prepare to run home, when someone pull her violently and throw her purse in the middle of the street.
She turns around and sees an ugly old man shouting:
-Give me your purse lady!
-You ass, you throw my purse right there!
And she points it in the middle of the street.
-Oh right, sorry.
And Kev turns around to grab it. Lizzie doesn’t think twice: Gathering all her strength, she kicks the thieve right on the balls.
-TAKE THAAT!!!!
The old man let go a cry, crouch, fall and land in his forehead in the middle of the street.
Lizzie grab her purse and runs home. John jump off his car, and run to her.
-Eliza! What in god’s name?!?
-Waaah! John, that creep tried to steal my purse!
And she dives on his chest, looking for the safety of his arms.
-Son of a… Eliza, go inside and call the cops! I will teach that ass a lesson!
Kev try to run, but he get a severe beating. From a distance, A black kitty with hazel eyes watch it, covering one eye with her pawn.
-Oh no… Not in the face…! Oh boy John, you shouldn’t do that… Oh my! That will leave a bruise, that’s for sure… Well, Kev will blame ME for that, but at least…OH GOD NOT THERE JOHN! Oh god! John!! That was cruel…!
Eventually Kev get away before the cops arrive. He and the kitty disappear in the alleys.
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