24 [Episode 9]

She got off the bus and kept walking towards her home as if she was the only human being walking the Earth surface. She wasn’t even stopping at zebras, she couldn’t even hear the horns or the dirty words drivers were screaming at her as she was just crossing the streets. She was simply mesmerized by the fact that she finally accomplished the first action step of the big plan and her mind was filled with possibilities, what to do next, details and the eyes of that boy that she saw in the cathedral. Every now and then she realized that he was haunting her thoughts therefore she was getting angry. “Damn it! Get out of my mind boy! I need to think straight! You’re kinda pathetic Sara, you don’t even know his name and yet you think about him a lot...” After she passed the small store at the very beginning of the small alley she suddenly came back to reality but for no particular reason apparently. Sara felt really weird, as if she had another crazy night when she’d be partying until forgetting where or with whom or how did she get back home. She took a look around at the bushes bordering the alley and at the little colored stones that were trapped inside the concrete she was stepping on. She felt like everything was imprisoned and that she was the only one free but it was a freedom that didn’t quite have sense without a good purpose and its achievement. And then it hit her “Aw, damn! I’m out of smokes!”

When she finally got home and closed the door behind her she ran inside her room without even getting her jacket off and opened the laptop. While the operating system was booting a strange state of impatience got a hold of her so strong that she was tapping he table with 4 fingers of her right hand. The welcome screen finally appeared so she typed fastest than ever the password and pressed enter. After 30 more seconds she had already opened the internet browser and typed her e-mail address. She wanted to see if David sent her another e-mail, it was all she was wishing for. “Sara, are you serious? Your plan just came to life today and all you desire is an e-mail from a boy you just met online?!” Still she waited for the web-page to load but there was no e-mail there. Not from David at least. Instead she had received one without any subject and from no sender at all. “Strange. I wonder what the hell could this be...” She gave it a little bit of thinking before clicking it but she eventually gave in to her curiosity. It was empty, really long but with no words at all. She took the scroll down bar and pulled it ‘till the very end of the page and there they were. 4 words written with small letters and colored in red: “Do the right thing!” She raised both of her eyebrows and stared at it for 30 seconds after which she closed the internet browser, lighted up a cigarette and turned on the music. She then went to the bathroom with the cigarette between her soft lips and took a really short look in the mirror, smiled pleased and went back to the laptop. She opened the internet browser again and typed “homemade explosives” and hit enter. “Boom!” Way too many results appeared yet there was one which description was exactly what she was looking for. “Let’s see what we have here!”

After three hours she closed the lid and just started starring at nothing. Her blue eyes were wide open but they weren’t focusing at anything. Sara had reached another dead end. All of the homemade explosives recipes she found on the internet were useless. Almost none of them had the appropriate power to do damage to a concrete structure. Another problem was the fact that the cathedral had been constructed using the finest materials, therefor the walls and columns were really tough. She needed powerful TNT or C4 or some other military stuff... “ Enough for one day I guess, it’s time to celebrate!”

Still her mind ran again to that boy she saw in the cathedral but she ignored it and instead thought about the strange e-mail she received. Sara just couldn’t understand how somebody could send an e-mail with no ID. The message itself was also strange: “Do the right thing! Now what’s that supposed to mean? What is ‘the thing’? And how am I suppose to know what’s ‘the right thing’? Weird...” After one more minute of starring at nothing at all she decided it’s time to write to David.

“Dear David,
How was your day? I would love to speak with you again tonight but I think I will go out. My day was more or less awesome and I feel the need to celebrate a little. Plus I am really hungry and I’m not quite in the mood for cooking. Let’s go to a restaurant and eat something good! Can you come and pick me up at 8 P.M.? Haha, just kidding!
I would like to ask your opinion about something. I know a person that at a certain point in her life was a human that dedicated everything to God but then a 180 degrees change made her deny the very existence of Him and hate the Christianity cult. The experiences through which the person went empowered the hate and now she thinks that the rest of the world needs to know her opinion. I don’t know if you have studied the Holly Bible and noticed how many pagan symbols there are. Of course, the ‘pagan’ term was also invented by Christians so it’s kinda hypocrite to use it. Nevertheless, you get my point. So I would like to ask you: Do you believe that there is a greater force guiding all our steps or deciding our destiny from the moment we come to life, as if we are simple puppets? Or do you think that we are the only ones responsible for the outcome of our life or for what happens around?
As far as I know, the person I was telling you about thinks that dedicating her life to God was a waste of life, just like spending time in a jail. Knowing that she met other persons that still do this she feels free now.
Talk to you soon I hope! Best of wishes and hugs!
XoXo,
Sara.
P.S. I hope you won’t get scared by this e-mail and by my questions.”


To be continued...