The water was gushing, she felt as if her muscles were being massaged.
The hard rock tunes made her squirm in the shower so frantically she almost slipped. It could have been fatal for her, luckily she managed to get her hands on the ground before she fell.
-Luz, you are going there for more than half an hour- her mother shouts from the first floor- hurry up!- i don't need to see her to know that this girl's poor mother is touching here forehead, begging heaven for a lot of patience- what am i playing!
Luz got ready as fast as a turtle would to meet her girl. Perhaps it was not only the typical monday laziness but the fact that he did not have money to buy or a blessed poster of Nirvana or Guns and roses. The walls of her room were bare and were Luz's father's favorite color: blue.
Her coverlet still had the My little pony drawing and it would continue to be so until she dares to work even secretly from her parents... work?
Just thinking about it made her stomach ache. She was not rich or poor but she was used to living in her eternal bubble of conformity... how this girl likes to make her life bitter.
The only thing in her room that she has chosen is the microphone-shaped lamp on the wooden dresser next to her bed.
With her pessimistic way of seeing life down to the first floor ready for the family customs of her home.
-And here i go again- she says harassed as she descends the narrow stairs.
Luz didn't really mind arriving early or late; she was not interesed in anything other than what was related to music (perhaps composing so as not to study), sleeping and eating.
"Who does not like that, does not know fun"
Everything else she did to look like a person and not an Australophitecus.
- Luz- her mother speaks at the foot of the stairs- tell me, really, -she sighs with some heaviness, it is exaggeratedly dramatic- don't you want me to take you to a psychologist?
-What!- replies Luz with the feigned indignation of every morning- Mom, why don't we talk about something else breakfeast?
Whatever her mother said didn't matter because Luz just thought: "blah blah blah... boring".
-You know, - the mother knows her daughter and that is why she thinks it convenient to insist. Maybe one day they will have money to pay for a good psychologist but nothing can be done if she does not want to be cured- it is not normal for you to exaggerate in everything- the mother did not understand that strange mania of her daugther for taking forever in everything she did- even when you wash your mouth it sounds like you are raking your teeth and you can't deny it...
Luz won't let her finish- No, i'm not crazy, i'll repeat it for the thousandth time- she replies without much encouragement- I'd better get to school early every day, isn't that a better topic to start the day?- she speaks with a tone serene and peaceful to reassure his mother and end the trivial morning talk.
The mother knew that her daughter tried to avoid her and; although it hurt to think about it, she must accept it. The woman was hopeful that at some point Luz would take charge of her life and seek help on her own... that she would have an iron will.
She looked at her daughter with the same girlish face as when she was in the garden. On the outside, Luz still had the same squirrel face but on the inside... that was another story.
The mother instead of continuing to be dismayed by her daughter's attitude, decided to give it her own.
-It's true, - the mother was upset but she was not going to show it because that would not make her daughter become the girl she should be in her opinion- that's how you should always think- The woman hoped that her daughter would one day she would realize, for herself, that she must have had a change of attitude but she was beginning to believe that she had better ;wait seated. She touched her daughter's soft cheek and thought about the fact that her own daughter was going to ruin her job as a mother. That caused them to give her a real desire to take revenge - I remind you that if you continue with that attitude of a bitter lady instead of my daughter, you will look like my sister- The mother does not hesitate to pull her daughter's cheeks at that moment until causing a little bit of pain at least... deserved it is that little daughter of hers.
-Treason, it's not worth it- Luz protest rubbing her cheeks and showing feigned indignation.
Sometimes Luz took to adding some drama to the situation to make fun of herself mentally... she just had to make fun of her own life.
She sits in the chair and, as always, her sister was with her cell phone, seeing which angle was best for her for a selfie.
It depressed her to see her younger sister pose with sexy expressions on her face because sometimes she dreamed of being that sexy. Maybe it was something that haunted her; but, try as she might, she came out in the photos as a bad imitation of her sister... a forced expression on her swollen face or so she saw herself.
She started to hate her sister when she raised the camera on dad's new cell phone to focus her directly on her face. Luz hated cameras and anything that exposed her to the critical eye. However, as always, she didn't say anything to her sister; so as not to make trouble as her father used to say.
-Flavia stops recording your brothers and leaves the cell phone in your father's dresser- Flavia stopped recording but she was not going to leave the cell phone. Not now that she just felt like a girl of these times to finally have a blessed cell phone- can i leave it later?- she asked with a strange and sweet voice. As always, the mother did not refuse but she should no longer use the cell phone at breakfast and she gladly agreed...no one here wants to have problems.
That cell phone had just been brought from the online store for delivery just when the father was away. Whenever he is not the one who subtly takes control is Flavia.
After a few seconds his brother Sebastián made his appearance. As always, she wore her hair on one side like the wet tongue of a donkey and a pendant with the image of the Virgin Mary that her father bought for her during the procession of the Lord of Miracles. On the other hand, Luz and Flavia agreed that if dad was not around there was no reason to wear the pendant because they did not believe in any religion but if his father was there they had to act like good catholics.
Luz was trying to meet Sebastian's gaze when she sat down at the table; but he was just yawning while reading a Naruto manga.
Not that it was a life or death thing; she just hoped he had already finished the drawing on sheet A-3 that she asked him a week ago. For something she hadn't given him her mango juice for the past week. Luz thought that if she didn't even have 10 cents to buy a poster, she could make one herself. Of course, Luz's talent is not drawing, but her brother's is; so it ocurred to her that he could draw her Michael Jackson's face in exchange for the mango juice that Sebastian likes so much and so does she.
For Luz, getting rid of her mango juice is truly a great sacrifice.
However, today there would be no mango juice, but yes the typical breakfast of last year: Quaker with quinoa, two breads and an egg. Yes, the same breakfast last year; only this time without bread, without eggs and... without dad.
-What do you mean, there's no bread?- replies Flavia- there's no juice either- Luz's younger sister has a stomach that can't wait for the holy desire that her father leaves the hospital to just eat "something decent".
- I don't think dad i haven't left you a penny- Flavia looks at her mother forbiddingly, but that is something her mother is no longer interesed in or, at least, not to the point of affecting her health. Now she prefers to believe that this unpleasant attitude of both Flavia and Luz is something fleeting that will go away with adolescence or she prays that it be like that every night.
Flavia almost got up from the table but the mother answered instantly very firmly- No, your father only left me for lunch- the woman purses her lip looking at the poor table with the wood more worn than that of Yepeto's chair- because the quaker is the one your aunt gave us- she swallows slowly as if with that she managed to stop her desire to throw everything away- Remember that your father is hospitalized for three days- the mother finishes speaking completely overwhelmed by the same problems always... and she who thought that the happiness of an entire family could be conquered through the stomach. Instead of happiness it had brought anger and frustation or maybe both feelings were always there; only now they have decided to show themselves in the light.
-Only three days?- she asks in a disappointed tone- I don't want a quaker- says Flavia with eyes sadder than those of someone who sees her cat dead from poisoning. You cannot deny that this is the worst tragedy that can exist on this entire mortal plane... i know, i am too right.
If you don't believe me ask my little mice, their souls always have the company of other souls.
Without my belly, where do you think the rat souls would go?
Do you think there is a heaven or a hell for them?
Humans should understand how lucky they are.
As long as i live, the souls of the rats that wish it or that i can save will enjoy a good stay in the afterlife.
I have to say, my belly is a better home than that crazy house. Really, what did he see in the girl, other than the obvious. It is that only i can appreciate inner beauty.
¿What would rats do without me?
Anyway, sometimes i will have to raise my voice during the narration.
Ultimately, i think i understand why Lucifer says that this demon is attracted to something from heaven. And yes, it must be a very good thing considering what more could you ask for, to call him in some way, Lucifer's darling. He can break many rules without carrying serious consequences. But perhaps this excess of freedom is what facilitated the infatuation between this demon and that girl named Luz. However, whoever created living things did an excellent job with the survival instinct because it seeks any means to ensure our survival. And that is exactly what the survival instinct of this demon must seek when making him attract the sky because more fire is going to cause him to go crazy for this girl. What this demon needs is light, he needs to be enlightened regarding this girl.
LIGHT PLEASE
AND A GOOD DOSE
BECAUSE THIS DEMON HAS BECOME A BIT SLOBBERY WITH THE IMAGE OF LUZ IN THE BATHTUB.
LUCIFER
IF YOU HEAR ME
I DO NOT WISH THIS OR THE HUNTING DOG THAT ALMOST LEFT ME WITHOUT A TAIL
TURN DOWN THE HEAT ON THIS DEMON, A LITTLE BIT AT LEAST
THEN IT WILL BE YOUR PROBLEM
I CAN NOT WITH THIS HEROIC INSTINCT OF MINE.
However, it is better that i save myself first because i have rats that need me.
- Eat and don't bother- Luz warns Flavia, but Luz's reaction further stimulates her younger sister's rebellion; well, Flavia is not one of those who shut up with people with worse self- esteem than her.
- Look at me,- she speaks in a deep voice and gets up from the chair to raise her hand like a beauty queen would do- i am Luz- Flavia smiles in a flirtatious way- Luz- Suddenly she changes her gaze to one of Carry ready for revenge- "the deranged girl"
I have no doubt, it is better to be related to my belly than to the family of Luz... may Lucifer protect him.