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He thought it was easy. He thought he could do it.

He went down the stairs and shivered. He wasn’t expecting to find something like that. It was a terrible image. The place was a mess. There were things lying everywhere. And she was there, just in the middle of the chaos. She was drooling on the floor, naked, defenseless.

He walked towards her. It hurted to stare at her like that.

He tried to wake her up, but she wouldn’t react. He took her up in his arms. Trying to reach the stairs was a hard thing to do.

He slipped right on the border of the stairs. His head knocked on one step and he inmediately started bleeding.

They were both now covered with blood lying on the floor.

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I was walking down the street with my little black dress. It was raining.
The drops were slowly running down my body. My skin was wet and my dress was pouring.
It was a wonderful sensation, I felt free.
There were no starts in the sky, but I could still see them. There were no clouds in my sky. It was a clear and shinny night.

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I was there, just sitting on the grass. It was still wet from the rain. The smell felt nice. I was having some tea and a piece of cake. I was all dirty, covered in mud.

There was a ladybug flying around, going from flower to flower and she suddenly landed on my foot. She started walking all over me. Then there was a noise, she flyed away, she seemed scared.

He entered in the house, would have never imagined I was in the backyard laying in the mud. He couldn’t find me. I could hear him angrily breathing from outside. He was looking for me desperately.

A minute later, he was on the door, staring at me, my tea and my cake. I smiled at him. I knew that would only make it worse. But that was something I felt the need to do.

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He used to sing on his way to work, but he wasn’t singing that morning.

He used to match his socks to his tie, but that day he didn’t look that good.

He used to go work walking, but he was going by bus this time.

He wasn’t the guy I used to know. He was somebody else, someone who didn’t smile, someone that couldn’t scream to the world his truth.

He had changed, wasn’t the same as yesterday.

But when he got work, he started laughing. He couldn’t stop. Everyone was staring at him and he was laughing. Standing there in the middle of the hall, just laughing.

He walked into his office, still laughing, sat besides his glass desk. Looked at his tie and socks in shock. Took his socks off, put them in his suitcase and worked.

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I woke up, looked beside me. All I found was a piece of paper with my name on it. I opened it. Words didn’t make sense in my still sleepy mind. All I could see were some isolated words.

There was nothing to fear about, but still I couldn’t stop shiverring. Everything looked darker than usual. My life was suddenly miserable and I couldn’t take control of it.

She was gone and there was nothing I could do to change that. I could still feel her hands gently touching my body. A teardrop ran down my cheek. I knew nothing would ever be the same again, the sun wouldn’t rise on my window never again.

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I've made this originally in Spanish. And then translated to English. I like the original version better, so I'll post both.

Sentía que la habitación me devoraba poco a poco. Buscaba algo en que reconfortarme, pero el olor me abrumaba y no me permitía concentrar en nada que me relaje. Sentía el peso de muchísimos años sobre mi, que quería tomar mi historia, que querían llevarse parte de mi.

En un brusco arranque me dirigí hacia la puerta de calle, cuando escuché una voz que me llamaba, al fin había llegado mi turno. Volví sobre mis pasos y me vi encerrada en una habitación aún más antigua que me hacía sentir como a una niña sin su oso de peluche.

I felt as if the room was trying to devour me little by little. I looked for something to rely on, something that would make me feel safe, but the smell was overwhelming and wouldn’t let me focuss on anything which would make me relax. I felt the burden of many years, that wanted to take my story, they wanted to take part of me. In a sudden movement I ran to the exit door when I heard a voice that was calling me. It was finally my time. I went back and I found myself locked into and ever older room that made me feel like a child without his blanket.

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The moon was specially shinny that night, made me feel confident.

I took the knife and walked into our room. He was sleeping quietly, looked like an angel. I could have stared at him forever, but that had to stop, it was a sick obsession.

I didn’t hesitate longer, made a delicate movement and started cutting my stomach slowly. The knife made a soft sharp sound. He turned around half asleep.

The blood was everywhere, flowing naturally. He smiled. We both knew that was just the beggining.