Little white mouse
I had to jump!
I had to do it!
It was my only way out. There was no other choice
It was a desperate risk, a leap into the unknown, but it was my only chance to save myself
Either that or stay here and be destroyed, just like the rest of my little world which was getting demolished.
Trembling, terribly afraid; with my heart pounding, like it was going to burst out of my chest, I closed my eyes and jumped…
I wasn’t sure if it was going to work
I didn’t know if it could be done.
But I knew that if I stayed here, I would eventually disappear.
I had nothing to lose and maybe, just maybe, with a little luck, a lot to gain.
From the other side I crashed against the hard glass wall and it shattered from the impact against my slender, little frame.
Shards of glass splashed, like a rain of crystal diamonds in all directions, as I crashed onto the hard, dirty wooden floor.
As I lay there, dazed by the terrible impact against the glass and the force of crashing against what used to be a very fancy floor
But realized, with a disoriented shock, it was now all in ruins, just like everything else surrounding me
It took me a moment to recover and then while I was looking around, the first thing I realized was that this place, where I had just arrived, was not where I was supposed to be.
It looked a lot like the scene in the picture, which I had seen during all those long years, but now the place was in total ruins, decrepit and abandoned, apparently for a very long, long time and was now falling to pieces.
It was only for a moment, while I stood there trying to understand what was happening to the world around me.
When suddenly, right in front of me, with a horrible crash, a huge, massive metal ball burst into what had once been a most elegant foyer
With just one touch it smashed into splinters what used to be an extremely expensive grand piano and swiftly continued its lethal path going through the opposite wall
Totally demolishing that side of what used to be an imperial mansion, now only a ruined abode, causing more pieces of the ceiling to collapse in the process.
A shriek tore from my throat before I could even think!
I screamed, in surprise!
I screamed in fear!
I kept screaming as I looked for a way out of that place!
I kept screaming as I ran frantically, while the walls caved in, while the ceiling rained down around me.
I kept screaming when that heavy ball of destruction came in and out again, demolishing everything in its path!
While heavy fragments of the house were falling all around me
Terrified I realized there was no way out!
I covered my head with my thin, fragile hands and arms in an effort to, somehow, protect myself from the damage happening everywhere surrounding me
“STOP!” the foreman shouted with all his might
“STOP!” he shouted again, jumping inside the decrepit old house, which was just about to collapse.
I don’t know if it was because he had heard my screams of fear and hysteria
I don’t know if he had seen me: a little white mousy girl, running desperately from one side to the other, terrified while everything around her was falling to pieces.
But the brave action of the foreman saved me that day.
Risking his own life, he jumped, practically in front of that horrible demolition ball; cradled me in his powerful big arms and like a scared little mouse he rescued me, carrying me out of that place, while I kept crying, screaming hysterically in panic.
“WHICH DEMON POSESSED YOU TO GO IN THERE!” he roared at me, moments later
After a number of debris had fallen on us, fragments which he, using his big muscular body as a shield, had protected me from.
“I didn’t want to go in…” I replied, with a shrill hysterical voice, while my whole body trembled, like a tiny fragile candle before a raging storm.
“I wanted to get out!” I replied while the tears kept flowing, like rivers, from my frightened, dilated sapphire blue eyes.
The foreman cursed; the words I heard through his teeth made me blush at how rude and obscene they were.
He rose from the squatting position in which he had been, curled over me, heroically covering me, protecting me with his muscular frame
“WHO’S THIS?” he shouted furiously, grabbing my wrist he shook me, as if I was nothing but a little rag doll, yanking me off the ground in the process.
“WHO’S THIS?” he yelled again, even more angrily when no one answered, shaking me with even more force.
“Ouch!” I said in pain, for his huge, strong hand was practically crushing my little wrist. “It hurts!”
“Your father will be in a hell of pain when I get my hands on him!” he shouted angrily right before my delicate doll like face.
“Daddy died…” my voice trembled
I stared at the floor while more tears fell, like rain, on the dirt covered with steps and tracks of heavy boots and machinery.
“And, and...mommy left a long time ago” sobbing, choking on my own tears I told him, barely daring to look at him
The rough foreman had frozen in surprise and just stared dumbstruck at me
“Could you please let me go?” I pleaded, for in the midst of his disbelief, he had kept my thin, fragile arm raised
Leaving me dangling, as if I was just a little white rag hanging from his huge, muscular arm.
“GET BACK TO WORK, YOU LAZY, USELESS BUMS!” he yelled at the rest of the workers, after a while, when he had recovered from the shock of what I had just told him
The work crew immediately resumed their work, without further concern of what had just happened
Without letting go of me, the foreman led me away from there, practically dragging my young girlish form; I had to run just to keep up with his longer, fast pace.
“Let’s see what we have here” he said, squatting down again
My tiny figure was so small and he was so big and strong, that even when squatting down he was more than a head taller than me.
For a long while he stared at me, as if taking notice for the very first time of my entire appearance:
His eyes went from my tiny bare feet, following my shapely, slender legs up to my narrow hips and very thin waist
For a long while he stared at my tiny breasts, and continued climbing up through my long platinum blonde hair and finally resting his eyes on my doll like little face; where with a mischievous smile, I allowed him to drown in the depth of my sapphire blue eyes
Mesmerized by what he had just seen, slowly he proceeded to clean my, dust covered porcelain face, with a disposable napkin wet with the cold water from a faucet
“Well...you’re just a scared little white mouse, aren’t you?” he said lifting the long fringe of hair that covered my entire forehead
He continued wiping the thick dust from my face, which had stuck to the tear lines, as they traced streaks down my cheeks
As if entranced, he continued cleaning my fine neck and arms, again noticing for the first time the thigh length, gossamer, négligée I had been wearing this whole time
