You + me

1

'Draw a person' they told us at class, not necessarily pretty.

Just a person.

Express yourself.

But i can't, i always go for perfection.

So i closed my eyes and did it.

(I drew one figure but it wasn't enough.

I did another one but it wasn't enough either.

So i did a third one and although it wasn't enough for me i though it should be enough for class.

What the hell one whould fit the bill.)

Next day they told us it was a psychological test. A self portrait.

But it should be just one person.

2

We are going home with Joseph, we talk of things irrelevant to the issue but i can't help thinking what the teacher told me after class when i asked her what she though of my sketches.

Nobody has ever brought me 3 sketches for that exercise.

You seem to try to say everything about yourself and nothing at the same time.

3

Maybe the order of things doesn't matter that much so i will get the story the way i remember it.

First thing i know there is this man who is looking at me with his great big eyes (simple brown they are but with a greenish light around the main circle) his look is so intense it scares me, even when he is not looking straight at me.

We are a perfect mach or so he let me believe. Maybe it is so. Maybe.. because i always try to make him like me so he will spend time with me. He is busy though, he always was and i never could do anything about it.

He loves me.

Things are complicated though.

4

Once a friend of mine got to tell me 'the things that are and those that are yet to be'(with a taro deck of cards that is).

Fun part is that above the card that represented me she found another woman character and one of great importance to my life for a long time to come. I don't want to be easy on this but she looked exactly like my mum, even funnier part is dad was nowhere around.

5

Sceila is exactly what you'd call a long story.

We grew up together, i can't even recall when exactly it is i met her but sure thing everything changed from that point on. She supported me like noone else has and our relationship grew stronger as the years passed.Unfortunatelly there came a point were she became very demanding and cruel so it was hurting me to be with her.

That is when everything started.

6

Alone with a red suitcase i'm walking, bursting at each corner.

The suitcase is heavy, in it there is a glass jar.

In the jar there is an octapus, a very angry octapus, it keeps hissing

- Fuck you, you miserable bitch,i ain't going anywhere.

That is Scheila.

7

Hoby Dick.

He has nothing to do with the sea nor with anything else. Unpresedented.

That's a lie.

Hoby Dick is a boy i liked but who was in love with a woman named Maga. For some reason i reminded him of her (for a while) so he fell in love with me as well. When he realised i wasn't really her he was dissapointed and stopped seeing me.

Maga is a fictional character from a book.

8

Then again i am trying to say everything and nothing.

9

Let us call me Agatha for the time being.

10

Shampoo and Conditioner.

Agatha and Scheila are the same person.

11

And i desperately want to remember how they met.

And why.