I stand there looking at the crowd, looking at their faces, each one of them has the same look. All of them are scared and confused, I can see some of them sweating, some them are twitching while some are just standing still, so still that not even the almighty can move them.
I am in the centre of this crowd, I look at each one them in the eye. I am not at fault, it is them, it is what they have become. They all started out nice now each one of them is without a soul. They now live in a world of illusions, a world where they have attachments.
I take one step closer and the crowd moves two steps back, yet they stare. The hard cold soul stirring stare, each one of them has it. I try to look for a familiar face, where are they? who are they?
My palms are sweaty and I can feel the tears on my cheeks slowly drying. I can still taste blood in my mouth, my clothes are torn and on this otherwise pleasantly cool day, I feel cold, I feel very very cold. I can''t see too well from my left eye and all I can see from my right eye is that crowd.
They came for me, like she said they would, thousands and thousands of them. They came with sticks and stones, they hit me with the sticks and hurled the stones at my body. I stood there as long as I could, but then I fell. First on my knees, then came a blow then another one. Then I fell on the ground. Someone dragged me by my once beautiful long hair onto the centre of the street. I lay there, motionless and listless and then he came and poured what he called the holy water on me.
The ice cold water woke me up and woke him up too and woke her up too. They who never wake up, they woke up and took me by my hands and lifted me. Blood dripped from my body, he who poured holy water on me ran and ran till he could run no more.
I was alive, I was hurt but I was alive. They now had fire in there hands, torches that lit up the evening sky like the sun. They wanted me to go back, but the ones who they woke up did not want me so soon. So they wept and the skies parted and thunder hit the ground with the first drop of their tears. The water from the sky doused every single flame that had risen against me.
Now, I was still standing and staring at this crowd, who now knew nothing. I was once one of them they thought, maybe I would like to come back to them they thought. But, was I ever one of them? Who was I? Where did I come from?
The rain washed the blood away from my face, it washed away all the wounds they had inflicted on my body and my soul. I was healed now. I was now free and limitless. They are bound by their creation, I am unbound from mine.
I slowly dragged my body out of the crowd and headed towards the light and till this day, they stare and I never looked back. I am alive and they so are they, but I live each day and each night. I may not have a body but I do have a soul and this soul will fly while they stare.