"Shit" I whispered. I had forgotten to turn on the radio as I used to care for my father always took care of my mental excesses and I have learned to disguise it somehow. With music blaring achieve the purpose.
'Fine' I yelled back.
All right, I repeated in my head. Mechanically picked and I arranged on the bedside lamp and picked up the books that were I came to earth and risistemai the shelf. I raised my chair with attached dress and looked around. It was not always so. As a child I used to drop a piece or move like a breeze in the living room curtains, but it never happened that combines real damage. For a couple of years, my emotions, positive or negative they were, were transformed into a kind of wave that spread from my body and had taken sufficient power to be able to move objects. The greater this force became stronger and more dangerous were the excesses of my happiness or sorrow.
for a couple of years my room was so beautifully decorated floats with shock-proof.
Until a month before I could check.
Then my mother died.
When my father was approached to embrace me in the hospital had failed to touch me. As soon as I opened my eyes I remember the first feeling was that he had lost a piece of me. Then I saw my father with eyes full of tears. Did not need words, but only I could remember. Remember the impact, the bang and the vacuum that followed and my mother had never left the empty, nothing more common in a car accident. The doctors had failed in my empty hand to drag me out, I was brought back to life, they said save them in the worst of my I mentally corrected nightmares.
awareness came with the first glimpse of my father. The pain one thousandth of a second later. So powerful that even for a moment I was able to tame it, stronger than anything I will. Each of my cells imploded on itself, I felt my limbs curl looking compared to the reality that void that was paradise, my eyes lost their sight and everything became light.
After that I had sounded the alarm still attached, the nurses had noticed, had argued that my father had passed out and did find sprinkle 'of water from a bottle that was on my bedside table. I was given a dose of something that immediately absorb my senses, and my energy.
My father came to my bed, his eyes strangely calm. I think I scared and instead he stood there looking at me gently, placing a hand on my abandoned on the sheets and I whispered "I'm sorry little one." Then he gave me a light, fresh, kiss on the forehead.
My eyes were closed overwhelmed by a heavy sleep, and fortunately without nightmares.
0 comments:
Post a Comment