Songs for the chapter:

Dancing - Elisa.

Down - Jason Walker.

I'm still hearing them. I hear their voices for days. They echo in my head, but I don't feel anything. Absolutely nothing. I can't find the only voice I want to hear. I'm still searching for it. Again and again, but nothing.

I'm sitting in front of my bedroom window for a long time. I'm gazing what it should be over the window, but I can't see anything. It's like evrything is empty. That's how I'm feeling: empty. And it's an unbridgeable empty.

Suddently, the sound of some steps distract me, but I don't turn around. A little hand is laying on my shoulder and I lso lay mine on his.

"Don't you come?" He asks me, with a croak voice due to all the tears poured. Those tears that I couldn't let go. It's like they are trapped and, yet, my eyes are dried out.

"Where?" For the first time I hear my voice, after days of silence.

"To say goodbye to mum." I can feel the desperation hiding behind these words.

I turn back, and his face crosses mine. I keep a tear falling from his eyes, and I keep holding his hand.

"Please." He continues, laying on my span. I don't know if I'm really ready, even though I think I'll never be.

"Alright." I give up, reading the sadness on his face, in his eyes.

I dress myself quickly and I let my fingers run over my damp hair. While I'm looking around on my room, I realize how much time has stopped for me, but not for the others. I haven't even realized how much someone has been worried for me, whereas I didn't even know.

I force myself to finish all the water in the glass I have in my hands. My throat is dry as if it's dehidrated.

When I move, I see my dad. He is in his room, and he has something in his hands. It's a picture, and he keeps it close to the chest. I can't see his face until he moves his look, crossing mine. It seems like in that look I can see the way he is trying to not fall in thousand pieces.

One hour later, we are all inside the Church. My father, my brother and I are seated in the first row, and after having talked to people I didn't know I've met before, the funeral starts.

A big shrine in wood is in set in front of us, which overlooks the central nave. The light that seeps in through the enormous windows illuminates it completely, while a voice keep restating how my mother had been an incredible person and teared off too early from her life. So many bullshits. I'm totally sure none of these people knew the woman that now they are pretending to care about, remembering her as if she was the most importatnt person in their life.

My look goes to an unclear point, over the altar, caught by a light that seems give life to my eyes.

I get up, I don't care if someone can see me, neither what they think about me, in this moment.

I move forward the altar back side, passing it and starting to rise the low staiscases that take to the higher floor. Now in front of me there's a dark door and, after a moment of hesitation, I enter.

It's her.

My instint tries to convince me that it's really her, and i have to reach her. This is want she wants too, she's waiting for me, I know that.

I look around the room and when I realize what I have to do, I move the seat from the wall, taking it to the bell. I take the rope and I rise on the seat, but while my hands are holding the rope in a wide knot, someone get close to the door.

When Liam sees me, he feels relieved, but when he realised what I'm about to do, he changes completely.

He's shocked.

He reaches me slowly,without divert his look from mine, as if he's trying to grab me to that.

"Ariel." He wispers, when he's in front of me. "What are you doing?" His voice is sweet, but worried.

"She's calling me, Liam." I answer him. "I hear her."

He looks at me, his eyes are veiled from tears. "She's .. calling you?" He asks me, but there is no judgment in his voice. He is like this. He has always been.

"Yes, yes!" I yell and the throat is hurting terribly.

I slip from the seat, but his arms take me instantly as an impetus. He rolls up his hands to my body while I keep slipping, until I get to the floor. He seats, too and I stay between his arms, letting him hold me.

"Why?" I have my head leaned on his chest, but there is no emotion in my voice.

"I don't know, Ariel." He says, caressing my hair. "But I'm with you."

I wait for the tears to drop, but they don't come. So I simply stay between his arms for an infinitive time, until my eyes are closed, completely abandoned to the dark.

I've passed my first night in Nottingham and my demons haven't left me for an istant. Before, I used to always wake up with the forehead moist of sweat and with my hair dry. Now, I've just learnt to live with it.

A weak light is seeping in through the window,lighing slightly up the room. Some noises from the kitchen let me think that my dad is already up.

"I've prepared you the breakfast." he says, when I get to the kitchen.

I seat down and I wait him to do the same, before eating. It's three days since I don't touch food.

"By tomorrow, you'll go to school." He informs me while he's drinking the coffee." Even though you are delayed of a semester, they've guaranteed me that you'll have all the time to get back."

"I don't need the pity of anyone." I hold up, remembering how everyone used to look at me when they met me in the halways.

"And you'll not have it." He assures me. "Tomorrow I'll start to work too, but first I'll bring you. Let's try doing this together, okay?"

"Okay." I support him, but I can't fake forever. Maybe I'm not ready for this new beginning, but perhaps is everything I need to go on.

A/N.

I have to say that this chapter was very very difficult to translate, but finally I did it. I hope you are liking the story, but remember: this is just the beginning of an amazing story.

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