volitIOn: Part II_Io

Io was sitting on that ice-cold chair for about half an hour. The message was reflected in her motionless eyes while she continued to shake and shiver from the cold. She didn’t know what to do, and it made her brain freeze, and her muscles stiff to a point where it was even painful to move.

 She wanted to go home. She wanted to see her father, and just be in her colorful room under the warm blankets with a nice cup of hot chocolate. Tears started to form and the spicy feeling in her eyes made her intention not to cry unbearably.  The corner of her lips turned upside down so violently that she was not able to force it back. She looked away from the monitor and looked through the window instead.

The tears stopped like water from a tap.

“Come on Io, the WINDOW.” she scolded herself.

Io stood up still cold but she was not hugging herself for warmth anymore. She went straight to the window and touched the glass with the right palm of her hand.

 Nothing.

She frowned.

She was anticipating the coldest sensation of it all by touching the window, but the glass was not freezing, not even chilled. In fact, it was lukewarm like somebody was just exhaling on it on the other side. Io’s palm started to sweat with cold so she formed a fist and pull it away. Her long dark brown hair was itching her shoulders and her elbows.

She finally saw her own reflection. She didn’t look sad or scared, she looked like someone ready to change.

To change the game, to change… herself.

She turned away and went to the middle of the room. She looked up at the ceiling and she shouted;

“I am not going to submit that I am alive! You Are Not My Creator!” she wanted to growl and shout like a fighter.

Her posture changed. She felt like she is growing, getting taller and stronger as her muscles were flexing in her whole body. She felt angry and uncontrollable. She looked back at the window and started to run.

As she broke through the glass the warmth of the night embraced her like a blanket. A million fractures of the glass were shining like micro diamonds dancing and swaying in the air.  Io didn’t feel any pain when she landed on the ground. She found herself in a squatting pose with both of her hands on the ground in front of her.

She knew this night isn’t over yet.

Not until she fought for her right to live.