wandering 11 * rest, Anna.

"I hate being sick!"
"I told you to hurry but you wanted to enjoy the rain, didnt you?" Scire said mockingly
"and that helps me how?" Anna turned around in her bed. She was so cold but she was burning, she had a fever. No one was there to tell her or to force her to take off the many covers that were warming her...The ceiling started to move, she was dizzy and the wind sounded like it had a voice.
"are you talking to me?" she thought she had asked to the voice.
"yes, dear, let me tell you a tale, is that ok?"
"go on, I have no where to go... would you sit close so that I stop feeling cold?"
"will you let me tell you the tale or not?"
"who´s stopping you?"
"alright-a little laugh- there was a little girl home alone and sick..."
"this is like grandpa stories, isnt it? -Anna said in a hoarse weak voice- one where you are really saying what´s going on right now but you make it sound like or try to make it sound like it´s someone else, right?" she smiled "what a weird feeling-she thought- to smile because you are having a happy memory"
"will you listen or not?"
"mh"
"ok, so there was a little girl home alone and sick, but you know she was not so little but she was innocent and sweet as one however not so many had discover that side in her. Home alone, once again, she was sad and sick, she has been sick so much that her family return to their normal life while she was locked -metaphorically, of course- in that empty cold house. She was in the verge of tears all the time, she knew she had the love of her family but that´s a given she used to think, they have to love her because she was part of them but that was it... she couldnt keep a friend because she was always sick so she couldnt go out much or hang out with them. On the verge of tear, with pain,  all kinds of pain. The world would be better without me-she constantly thought- and then, one day, the phone rang. She picked it up but she never imagined that it was for her, no body had ever called her before. She heard a voice asking her how she was, how she was feeling, she was shocked "maybe this person needs something from me" she thought to herself as she answered she was not feeling well. After a small talk she realized she had been called only to know how she was doing. It was a nice surprise wasnt it?"
"is this some kind of joke? are you implying someone will call me because they care for me? are you high or something? well maybe Im the one who´s high talking to ...who are you again?"
"Im the one who´s calling you, talking to you making sure you are ok"
"right"
"you are the wind? or.... Scire?"
"rest, Anna"
Anna´s eyelids felt heavy, her body relaxed under the covers, she thought it was a stupid tale but it made her drowsy. She fall asleep and the darkness and the emptyness didnt chase her on her dreams that night.
"rest, Anna"