The X daybreak was even more painful than all the previous ones to Daniel, a clerk and would soon frustrated writer to write. Each time the light the sun coming through the window to whip his face, was the confirmation that it had happened again feared most: he was still alive. This will hurt, because the evening was focused on doing, somehow, that his heart stopped. I wanted to disappear, stop being human and become some kind of energy, perhaps electricity, and begin to flow between the circuits of electronic devices, or just float and rise to become attached to a cloud. Yes, no soul and no conscience, much less eternal life. Depressed for nothing was the only peace.
He got out of bed like a robot and go out of her room she kept her eyes at all times on the floor. This was no coincidence, every morning he avoided looking to the dresser, not to meet with the framed photograph of the two loved ones and more absent from his life. It was a daily challenge to ignore that image that drew him like a magnet, despite representing the pain supreme the incalculable loss of that fateful day. Should not look to there, to that reservoir of tears on several mornings that had sunk to the bottom, finishing prevented out to face the world, to the bloody and unforgiving life.
As strange thing he remembered what he had dreamed in his sleep, said to always dreamed of but not always remember, and Daniel, unfortunately, had dreamed of working. Think of the lawsuits with his head the previous day in the bathroom was a bad idea, because hot water or tachycardia could relax and the tension in the neck that caused the memory. No breakfast though he looked for a reason that motivates him to do so. He washed his teeth, by custom, and although he was not wanted in the mirror be more than the teeth. This act of hygiene would be the closest thing we have to smile throughout the day. Inadvertently swallowed some mouthwash as a sore throat was added to another of his troubles.
When you leave your house could easily deduce that it would be a day of heavy traffic, since apart from the queue of cars starting from the corner that led to the boulevard, on the radio just to hear that the prosecution had blocked a major artery because of a shooting the night above.
While moving at a crawl began searching for a station with a program that animates it. By chance tuned in a newscast a reporter commented indignantly an interesting statistic: "Twenty deaths per day on average. Yes, the situation is unbearable, and the government does nothing, absolutely nothing about it. "
changed the station, other news: "Yesterday afternoon a gang of criminals shot and killed John Doe and Mrs. Jane Doe Pérez Pérez, while they attended their particular business. The only survivor was Fulanita Pérez loss of only three years old, daughter of the murdered couple .... "
station changed again, this time a youth-oriented program where a couple of uneducated speakers were double-meaning jokes to make fun of a listener who had the phone. Daniel kept looking until he found some music, first with the most modern and hence less tolerable, continued to change until he found a little older, but despaired with the endless stupid commercials passing between each tune.
turned off the radio, and although the glass had closed his car could not avoid hearing the sound equipment in the old car was at par, led by a guy wearing dark glasses and opossum to the sun, which reproduced a reggaeton song horrendous.
Daniel thought about his life that mattered less than the others. He thought of the routine in their debt, in what I wanted and could not afford, in the perfume of a prostitute who used the receptionist where you work, the musty smell in your office and the little light that came on it. Want to think about anything except for that day. Slowly came to a road with more traffic cleared and she saw some children begging on the remains of a dog hit on the road, a police officer preparing a fine for improperly parked taxi, a homeless drunk and filthy who mistreated transients passing and finally saw a woman with good body with ugly face that was embraced with a man even uglier than her.
"It sucks hate life and do not believe in suicide," thought the clerk, just to stop at a red light. Of Suddenly a knock at the window, pulled him from his thoughts: he was a shaved and tattooed man with mischievous eyes and a pistol. Daniel was not afraid, for some strange reason he felt free, full throttle and ran high, he heard a shot, a squeak and then a crash. Half an hour later the street was crowded with vehicles. Next to a wrecked car by a truck a prosecutor raised a record, under the bloody sheets in the light of the curious lay the former prison that now would be electricity.
Malefromguate
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