Recently I have remembered more times and realistic that mourning night. That was not for me a happening to stay proud, but I still trying to convince myself that it was the solution. When I was 23 years old I knew at George, with who I established a deep friendship. We knew everything about our lives. We formed a little business which, with the pass of the time and its positive growth was becoming every time more gloomy; we started to harm people to win… One night everything became really vicious; I killed a man, of a bigger business that had committed some prejudices to us, as spouses. George never looked perturbed about this act but we promised never talking about that night. So, you can think that I am breaking that promise but the circumstances deserve it. With the pass of the days George started to look more nervous than his normal, sometimes he did not go to work, so our business fell unto break. We could not keep it up anymore. But it never brought any problem, we made a fortune, so we could live or die with no care about money. Who could imagine why did he do it? The thing is that George at six months since the event previously touched on, gave the alert to the police and I was imprisoned for a few weeks under the suspect of the murder of the man that I killed. But I was early fled because they never found any clue that could blame me with right strength. So, the new suspect became my beloved friend George, but I never should let that somebody put any dirty hand over him to make his feel what I felt… Nobody but me… Everything calculated and measured, had to look like a suicide. Sometimes it comes to my head and I answer with repulsive senses. It is hard to me thinking that I was able to do it, above all now when I can see the eyes of my wife and my daughter and feel myself held up upon the upper heavens. His house became a disaster. Everything flew out, pills thrown through the floor, and when I was hanging him through his neck he took a little look to me and said: “I will avenge…” I did not understand his last words, never, until today. As I have told; I have had ominous dreams in whose I see that night in which I put my friend into eternal sleep, and his eyes when looks at me and speaks seem so real. So the death opened the door and came in without any shred of respectful in awe. I neither saw anything, nor heard, but I felt how the cold frozen my bones and sentenced my soul to the prompt revenge. But the wind traversed the room, leaving behind of its way my trembling body and when I turned back my wife and my daughter lied on the floor, death, silent, cold… I did not understand the last words of my beloved friend, never, until today… https://youtube/watch?v=KKmwCj685EU
Posted on: Sun, 25 Jan 2015 14:15:26 +0000
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