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And I saw his blood staining my face, my hands and my dress. But nothing mattered, I never felt better in my life. I felt that justice was done, but nothing I ever done was right. A poor man was dying in my hands, as a little boy had died in my belly. And I thought that was justice? What can we do when we are a threat before our very eyes? ¿Close them and move on? I already lost everything I had, I don’t mind losing my life. But I don’t know why I didn’t want to do it, I preferred to end with the lives of all who surround me before mine, and I was convinced that the only threat was myself. I hid the body, washed my dress and took a shower. But a terrifying voices weren’t erased from my head, seemed to shout, or rather howls. And the images. And music. Music? I didn’t remember carried music. But in my head I hear it clearly and my knife stuck into the flesh of the man to the beat of this melody. Yeah, that man. That horrible man I was pregnant and he forced me to abort. I had to avenge. Now, how can I avenge of myself ...?
 Blima · Tue Jan 06, 2009 @ 10:54am · 0 Comments |
