Jesus of Suburbia

Parte II - City of the damned

City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care

Mary Jane looked at the end of the street. No way out. Just like her own life. She felt, all the time, that she walked and walked and never got anywhere. Or maybe she already had. She was in this place now, but didn’t know how to get out.

It looked like it was a hundred years ago since she ran away home. She was just a child then, with blond curled hair and deep blue eyes. Apparently she was still one, but everything had changed. When she left home – or left an alcoholic mother and a violent stepfather -, she never imagined what faith had reserved for her. But, after all, she never had believed that crap anyway. Until she met a man that made her find her way. He was tall, dark skin, nice dressed. And, only twelve years old, her life transformed. She got lost. From night to night.

There was nowhere for her in that city. At least not somewhere that would take her. She moved to a dirty street, no way out, with other dirty children. She began to wear tight, black clothes, that she probably wouldn’t wear until that encounter. High heel boots, until her knees. It was the kind of clothes to wear when she left to find her the holy bread of each day.

After that, she met her family just one more time. It was so fast that they barely saw her. The man (tall, dark, nice dressed), she never saw again. Maybe he was wondering through the night, transforming other children’s lives, as the one child she was someday – or still was (or would ever be).

Since that meeting, Mary Jane saw everything with other eyes, heard everything mixed to sounds she didn’t know where it came from. The flavours had colors. Coincidently, the color was always red.

The no way out street held children like her. Lost in the night. But never victims.

Just a street. No way out. The moon was up hours ago, and the fog was beginning to come down throught the city. It liked the night, as she did. She opened her nostrils to breathe, but she couldn’t fell the air, now very cold. Just like she could never feel the smell of those flavours that became darker, just like the night.