Tears of blood and glass: A revenge, a life, nothing ...
A few days ago I looked at the world in a different way, perhaps because in reality I am different from the people who walk through these streets, so hurried, agitated, as if the world were going to end at any moment, but the funny thing is that There is no such thing as the apocalypse, the end of the world comes when you must leave it, that is life, that is the destiny that we must follow. Walking through the city I can hear the thousand and one sounds that are emitted right at the same time, I can pass by someone without this notice my presence. Until a few hours ago I ran, shouted, trying to get people's attention, but no matter how I screamed, nobody would listen to me. Why? Because I no longer belong to this world, my soul wanders the streets without knowing where to go trying to remember how I got here.
And an image comes to my mind, it is the face of a woman I recently sent to trial, it is strange but her face is getting sharper in my head, and I begin to remember little by little what happened that night. It was October 23, 2006, I was in the office when someone called telling me that I wanted to buy one of our properties, I left hurriedly to not miss the opportunity. When I entered the house I noticed that all the objects were on the floor, the curtains totally covered the huge glass windows, only a small corner of the house could be seen, which was illuminated by a thin ray of light, the place was so dismal as a horror movie scenario. Just as I bent over to pick up some of the items, the door slammed shut, I ran to open it in a frightened way, but it was totally locked, it was impossible to open it while inside the house. Trying to calm down, I went into the kitchen for some water, and I realized there was something written on the wall, "Death is something you can not avoid," he said, but it was written with a painting as red as the color of blood. I do not know why, but just then I felt a chill in my body.
Suddenly I heard a sound that seemed to come from the balcony of the house, I went up to the top floor, a small room was right in front of me, from there strange sounds were heard, laughter, and at the same time weeping, very afraid, could be an entity, maybe a thief or a murderer, I went in to verify that everything was fine, my legs trembled, wet my dry lips again and again, when I entered the bedroom I saw that everything was in complete order, And without more to do, I turned to leave, but something caught my attention, in the room right next to the mirror was a portrait, was a woman, very beautiful indeed, but for some reason his face was familiar , Was when I realized that it was the same woman who had taken to jail by a lie of mine a year ago.
Immediately in the mirror was the face of that woman coming out of the closet, with a look so strong that could tear you apart just by seeing you, I could feel that her vibe did not give me any good feeling, but an anger, and at the same time an unreachable thirst of vengeance, I ran towards the door, but she took my arm and pulled it hard, I could feel my head smashing against the mirror, the crystals fell again and again on me, I thought, this is my end? ... Just then I looked forward and she was pulling something out of her purse, it was a weapon. He pointed at me, and my senses were sharpened at that moment, I could hear the sound of cars, the walk of thousands of people, the tiny glass case on the floor, my tears hitting them, and the sound of gunpowder activating.
It was then that I woke up in the middle of the street, I did not feel cold, nor heat, nor fears, nor anguish, did not seem to breathe the same air of others. For a moment I wanted that wound to come back and feel the pain, the pain of being alive. I still do not know the whereabouts of that woman, but I'm sure she must be condemning her mind to torture right now, because while she lives she will carry the weight of my death ... END