Let's talk in silence

- What are you doing? The little girl asked me, I looked at her for a minute and I decided to ignore her since I wasn't in the mood to handle anyone, not even a child.

- Hey, what are you doing? She said now getting closer and touching my shoulder, I just looked at her again. I stayed quiet one more time, waiting for her to leave and she did.

Surprisingly after some minutes, she came back with a cloth and a small tray that seemed to contain water. She sat down next to me and cleaned the puddle of blood and I started crying. I couldn't believe she was there just helping me when the rest of the people left when the people I thought would help me didn't do it, when the people I trusted in, betrayed my trust; when my people's selfishness was stronger than their so-proclaimed love.

- It's okay to cry sometimes, don't worry. I will help you to clean up this disaster. She said kindly and my heart felt such comfort that I nearly couldn't bear it. I wouldn't tell this beautiful soul why I was crying, I don't believe she could have understood anything, nor my pain, nor my embarrassment, nor my confusion, anything... But, at least, with her sincerity and company, she could hush the demons eating me inside.

- Does it hurt a lot? She asked with those pretty eyes and I just nod with my head, because I couldn't stand to say a word, but at the same time, I couldn't stop answering to that human being showing me such kindness even when I didn't deserve it.

- It will be fine. Pain doesn't destroy you, it makes you stronger. You'll learn with time. You must stand by yourself. You don't need anyone to be fine. Also, I will always be secretly here for you. She said almost whispering as if she was trying to lower the impact of her words on me. And I don't know if she got her goal or not, but I just kept on crying while cleaning the blood all over the floor next to her.

- Black looks good on you. Bleeding is okay, I guess it's some sort of disease, look. She said and open the middle of the front part of her pink dress, she had a huge scar. - When you'll stop crying, it'll stop bleeding and someone will sew it up for you and you'll feel better, then you'll have one like this. I used to hate it before, but now I like it, makes me feel stronger... It's like the proof of it. She said smiling at me and I just looked at her surprised, I wondered what her age was, but I thought she couldn't be more than eight. My hand, almost instinctively, reached out to her scar and touch it tenderly, her skin was cold but the zone around the scar felt really warm as if it wasn't really part of her... I just admired its constitution and for some weird reason I found it beautiful, I lost myself in it. Then I looked at her eyes again and she seemed okay with my action but I retracted my arm immediately nearly apologizing with my eyes. 

Suddenly, I was not crying anymore and I was excited about getting a close wound, I didn't want to cry anymore nor clean the blood anymore, I wanted to be as amazing as this lovely and bright little girl. It was okay being cold outside as long as my inside would remain warm, I just wanted to get rid of the sorrow and have the strength to go on and show proudly what a warrior I was. I was tired of getting hurt, I was tired of being part of the civil, and I wanted to be part of the militia, just like her. 

And this is how, in a matter of seconds, a little girl helped me recover the hope I lose from time to time, I wonder if she ever gets tired or bored of us and this cold house, in any case, she was growing up strong and I expected her to continue like that, she was my main inspiration and my role model.