I remember it like it was yesterday. I set down in my bench, waiting for my turn to speak in front of an full amphitheater about the importance of computers in our lives. I do not believe something else frightened me more than this. On the other hand it was a good thing, cause it saved the life of my friend. Just as i was getting ready to say my first words, and all the eyes were on me, a young woman entered in the amphitheater, with a knife and took hostage one of my friends.
In that moment something changed in me. The pure fear and anxiety that until then had a very good grasp over me, suddenly dissipated.I looked into her eyes and thought to myself "no one threatens my friends and gets away with it!". And then something else wired happened. Normally when you look at someone you see how he looks like, right? Well, that used to be true for me also, until that point. I did not see her, i did not smell her, i did not acknowledge her presence. It was so strange i can barely describe it.
You know when you are browsing the web? Well in that moment i was browsing through her emotions, her memories, her fears, her knowledge. Further more i could see through her eyes. I'm not going to tell you that this scared the hell out of me, cause i imagine you already figured that one out by now. But along side this fear, i was fascinated. The fascination however, dissipated quickly when i realized i had to do something. So like manipulating model clay to make pots, i began working on the way she saw things. After a few minutes of efforts i managed to impersonate her dead mother, that she looked up to.
"Lavinia darlin' what in the world are you doing? Is this how i thought you to solve problems?" i said in a calm voice.
"But mother, they are cold blooded killers! They killed you!"
"How did they kill me girl? Who killed me? The boy you are holding hostage?"
With tears in her eyes she nodded a no, so i continued:
"Did the children in this amphitheater killed me? Did your teachers come at our home and talked me into taking those pills ?"
The girl began to cry harder and harder. Letting go to the boy, she ran to me with the knife pointed in my direction.
"Why? Why did you do it? Why did you leave me alone?"
I barely managed to create a image of myself a couple of feet in front of me, so she would stick her knife in thin air.
"No child, i did not leave you alone. Are you alone now? You have friends, and a full life ahead of you, without you having to get a job to pay for my medicine and doctors. It was the only way i would not have been a burden to you my love. Forgive me.."
And as i said those last words the police came in and took her away. Relieved i allowed my self to pass out. But as my body was falling to the floor, i caught a glimpse from my friend. If what i had seen in the girl had helped me save him, what i saw in him teared my soul apart... He regretted he did not listen to his heart, and took a chance with me. Now it was too late, as he was promised to someone else.
