A nightmare had ordered my head. I was very scared but I woke up I realized the pain was important, necessary. So I organized a list that was not really a list. It was a blank, which had a single name: Javier Bril. My former partner, a reverend imbecile who owed him a reckoning, He was responsible for making me a martyr and that's not going to leave him free. Life was a single and no longer had time to recover. He had dreamed that he killed little by little and cried aloud for mercy. I was very happy on the other hand, I was released and everything was beautiful. I apologized later and blame the world, forever trying to solve violence with violence.
I got up and brushed my teeth. Would be a long day, I put the kettle on to make me a coffee. Meanwhile, lay the bed and swept a little apartment. I prepare the coffee was especially rich and a cheese sandwich. I put on my uniform and I hung the card that read in bold Violeta Montes and finally, I went to work that I hated. All you had to do was bend envelopes with invitations to certain events or going to make photocopies. The photocopier was very old at that time was not like now, was a half an hour to get two simple games. That day, while photocopies made the stupid I was thinking how it would materialize in the death of Javier. He had to suffer this death, and I knew in his heart that the only solution was to kill him to end his life because some of them had to leave this world. We could not coexist and I was not going to sacrifice my life for him.
I was afraid because laura Laura ... I was. But I was two people: I was Laura Violeta times before. After I stopped being Laura ... because I was scared and because she was a invención.Es say, first I Violet, Violet was always. But there was a time when I was Laura. Laura Laura Laura. Laura gave me vertigo. Violeta always had vertigo but Violet could not avoid becoming laura. But Laura did many things that were wrong. The company has and the other to sit in it. Laura's problem was that all he cared nothing, and nothing would change.
If someone had heard what he thought would think I'm crazy but I'm not only was sad, I'm sad. I wanted I wanted to kill him, but what it meant to be a simple murder? He wanted to avenge my scathing unhappiness, so procedural. Would be little and have death in my world, my head felt right. Justice, forgiveness laura's head.
also knew or suspected that he had killed him, was going to kill Laura. Laura had been a creation of him and I could not live with two people inside me. I was born and die as Violeta Violeta. Laura was going to disappear with the wind which carried the ashes of Javier. I felt sorry for him, but he deserved every inch of his death and I deserve to recover Violet me.
first thing I did after work was to address the hair and dye my hair jet black. He had the key to her apartment and the good news is that he never knew that I had won that key. At the hairdresser asked me makeup. Let me be the most pale and accentuated my dark circles. The barber asked me what kind of witch was, to which I replied that I was only going to kill my ex-boyfriend. I do not understand why my confession caused him so funny. From there I got into a taxi and asked that he address Derqui 354. The driver looked at me and looked me up and asked me if what I was wearing was a disguise. "No ... is that going to kill my ex-boyfriend and I want to be prepared" for a long time laughed and congratulated me on the costume. (I turned to clarify that it was not a costume, is amazing, when we tell the truth people do not believe us and if they lie, yeah.) We reached the place he had indicated and wished me luck. I went to the room b. I knew that would not arrive until 10 o'clock. I noticed the time, were just 7 and 32. I entered the apartment, was just as messy as ever. It was a pig.
was afraid to follow, but happiness is always within easy reach as well as anguish. It makes me very sad to know that sometimes prefer to be sad. Must be the pressure you feel: the price of happiness is to be sad. Sadness overcomes us and destroys us, slowly. The laughs become rare and the air becomes denser, it sometimes seems that no air. I remembered the kite contest at my school. The kites were winning were always parents of students however, students who were never flew so high nor so long, never earned. I never won. I remembered a particular year, was 9 years old and never flew my kite, my sadness was immense and I sat in the locker room to mourn the school while delivering the prizes. I wondered what might have done wrong to be so unhappy but there was no response. Do not know if I was ready. It was already 9.45. My hands gripped the knife with all his might and could not stop sweating. I began to mourn, was a long, silent tears. In short, what I had done Javier? He was not a fool insensitive portion of the heap. It was I who did not fit in this world who swore that was round but I could not stop seeing empty square. Because if Laura was me, because I used Javier was purple but Laura had created me, I could not get ... unless you kill the body of Violet! Finally, I understood the logic, the answer was much easier. My hands took the knife to my heart to destroy my life. And Laura. I left this world, my body was dead and my soul never existed.
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