My self as a heroin

This story started 17 years ago. A baby girl was born in the endings of the spring, when the wind is freezing but the sky is clear. Many troubles she had, she first showed her foot to the world and she was also trapped in her own umbilical cord. The doctors managed to get her out safely. From that moment, she was a hero, just for the fact of achieving her first enemy, herself. Dalia the name chosen for her. Since that moment, she needed space, freedom and self being, and went on in the world without caring much of the ideas of others. Having an older brother, Jonathan, her mother, Leticia, supposed that this new daughter will be no more difficult than the 1°. But she was quite wrong. Dalia was much more trouble finder than his brother. From the moment she learned how to walk, she began playing and sharing her things with the animals that surrounded her but her fascination for human beings started to grew when she interacted with other of her same size in her first school. There, she played with other kids but still made them respect her space and personality. She used to forget about everything that went on in the morning and only cared about the time to play. Playful as she was, water and wind were her favorite toys. Ernesto, her father, was not at home very often but still took her to many places, visiting the snow, the sand, the forest and the sea. Slowly, she began seeing the world with other eyes: people seemed rather different to her, they had a certain color surrounding them, as light emanating from their inside. She soon, started hearing plenty of noise coming out of no where, apparently. Confused and startled, she began researching about what was going on. After some years, she gave up with no conclusion left. Her biggest friend in those times, Isabel, did no more than support her. Jokes and laughs, the classmates did because not everyday, someone comes with a brilliant “imagination” about hearing things and seeing colors.

She grew up learning to ignore the noise in her head and the colors on other people’s bodies. But 10 years later, after experiencing many deaths of her dear ones, she could ignore what was going on no more. She began to investigate herself by herself and finally found out that the noise was actually the thoughts of the people near her and the colors were actually the kind of “soul” each people have. It took about a year to learn how to use her gift in a way that could be useful. After leaving her house, at the age of 15, she could finally understand the true meaning of a gift: life. Being different from others, made her see the beauties of everything, with out using her powers. Having a power, doesn’t mean to save the world, sometimes you just save yourself or just your love ones. In this case, Dalia saw the type of soul each one had in order to decide if someone was trustful and she read minds to be careful with the situations that seemed more dangerous. From that moment on, she could help others and have an easy life. Of course, her best friends, Natalia, Fer and Lila, helped her with the ethics of the actions about reading minds. Not easy having such powers, that, she can say. The fight never stops, not even the one someone could’ve thought ended. Survival is our goal and we, are our biggest enemies of all.