continues in the wake of the grim of my creations ....
When he awoke, That morning, he felt that his head was about to explode, and struggled even to look around. Pierre remained with his eyes fixed on that shapeless head who was sleeping peacefully in bed next to hers. He closed his eyes hard, concentrate and counted as "five .. four ... three ... two ... one ... ... .. ". He opened his eyes. No, it was still there. Amazingly whole.
But how the heck did not explode? It was not possible. It went against every physical theory.
Light filtered through the cracks of the shutter down just showing his profile disproportionate. The face was so swollen that the blood vessels and veins protruding from the skin, creating a horrible branching red and purple. You could not see. Piero could not see. He hated with his whole being. Was ruining his life. Fourteen years of stupid jokes and jokes, laughter malignant behind. And why? It was not his fault! Was normal, he!
the head Piero still sounded the last episode yesterday. That idiot in the 3rd, who was standing behind him with those two goons who always brings out below.
"Ah Ah .. but how does he put his shirt on your Hunchback of Notre Dame? We must cut the collar in all of them! "
And the other two who laughed with him. What bastards. But before they baked? Perhaps sooner or later would stopped. Sooner or later everybody will end up to crucify him. For what? To have a deformed brother.
Piero Dad understood how she felt, or at least it seemed so. I read in some of his looks embarrassed. When everyone came together to hear people's eyes on him like him and then looked at him. Smiled and put his hand on his head to rub his hair. Then he looked at him, she put an arm around her, but her smile slightly as you turn off to try to accept an immutable condition, a perpetual pain that burdened the heart. Loves him. Or at least that's what he believes Piero. How could it be otherwise? It 'still his son. But sometimes the expression his face seemed to curse everything. Life, God, himself and even his wife, a woman he loves, but that helped give birth to a similar twist of fate.
Mom instead apparently not realizing it. For she is a boy like any other. And 'his son. Only her son. How do you turn a blind eye? Never mentioned to his failure as a real problem. Perhaps it is the fear that the balance of imagination and perfect little world that has been created as a house of cards collapses. He speaks as if the problem was in the eyes of others. And if she was right? If they were all the other monsters?
also hoped that morning Piero died. Now happening more often. Could not stand the situation. Serena, who is the curly red in her class did not want to go out with him. He said he was afraid to come to his house. The impression was .. his brother. ... Enough is enough! He wanted to go out on top and not be ashamed anymore.
Piero, lying on its side under the covers, staring with a hard stare, evil. He imagined a thousand ways to change everything. Sometimes she thought of killing himself. He could throw it under a car, or accidentally dropped him while he was a hairdryer in the bathtub. Every so often dreamed of showing how the clown in It, Freddie Krueger or some alien they did X-Files out for him. At other times of imagining far away, in a place where nobody knew him. Where no one could ever connect it to be so gruesome. You could see the tropics in the sun with a beautiful girl at his side, or New York, amid the skyscrapers of Yankies jacket and a tumbler in the hands of some strange drink that is usually swallow the Americans.
Piero was still staring at him. He stood up. He slowly the two steps that separated him from his bed. He opened his eyes and his eyes meet those of Piero. Twitched, as if the face of Peter, so close to his, he had frightened. She looked at him long. His eyes became bright. Suddenly embraced Piero's shot and shrinking strong whimpered "I'm sorry ... I did not ... I did not want to be born ...."
gradually loosened the close and he collapsed on him. Piero had the knife in his hands was stuck to the bottom of the stomach. Bled in silence. Piero was speechless with his mouth open with a blood stain on his pajamas that grew wider.
yelled.
Mom and Dad ran from them. Dad took him away and weight. Then the ambulance. The mother pulls him crying: "Why? Why? "
Everything Piero could say was: "It was not me. And 'he threw himself on the blade. "
When he awoke, That morning, he felt that his head was about to explode, and struggled even to look around. Pierre remained with his eyes fixed on that shapeless head who was sleeping peacefully in bed next to hers. He closed his eyes hard, concentrate and counted as "five .. four ... three ... two ... one ... ... .. ". He opened his eyes. No, it was still there. Amazingly whole.
But how the heck did not explode? It was not possible. It went against every physical theory.
Light filtered through the cracks of the shutter down just showing his profile disproportionate. The face was so swollen that the blood vessels and veins protruding from the skin, creating a horrible branching red and purple. You could not see. Piero could not see. He hated with his whole being. Was ruining his life. Fourteen years of stupid jokes and jokes, laughter malignant behind. And why? It was not his fault! Was normal, he!
the head Piero still sounded the last episode yesterday. That idiot in the 3rd, who was standing behind him with those two goons who always brings out below.
"Ah Ah .. but how does he put his shirt on your Hunchback of Notre Dame? We must cut the collar in all of them! "
And the other two who laughed with him. What bastards. But before they baked? Perhaps sooner or later would stopped. Sooner or later everybody will end up to crucify him. For what? To have a deformed brother.
Piero Dad understood how she felt, or at least it seemed so. I read in some of his looks embarrassed. When everyone came together to hear people's eyes on him like him and then looked at him. Smiled and put his hand on his head to rub his hair. Then he looked at him, she put an arm around her, but her smile slightly as you turn off to try to accept an immutable condition, a perpetual pain that burdened the heart. Loves him. Or at least that's what he believes Piero. How could it be otherwise? It 'still his son. But sometimes the expression his face seemed to curse everything. Life, God, himself and even his wife, a woman he loves, but that helped give birth to a similar twist of fate.
Mom instead apparently not realizing it. For she is a boy like any other. And 'his son. Only her son. How do you turn a blind eye? Never mentioned to his failure as a real problem. Perhaps it is the fear that the balance of imagination and perfect little world that has been created as a house of cards collapses. He speaks as if the problem was in the eyes of others. And if she was right? If they were all the other monsters?
also hoped that morning Piero died. Now happening more often. Could not stand the situation. Serena, who is the curly red in her class did not want to go out with him. He said he was afraid to come to his house. The impression was .. his brother. ... Enough is enough! He wanted to go out on top and not be ashamed anymore.
Piero, lying on its side under the covers, staring with a hard stare, evil. He imagined a thousand ways to change everything. Sometimes she thought of killing himself. He could throw it under a car, or accidentally dropped him while he was a hairdryer in the bathtub. Every so often dreamed of showing how the clown in It, Freddie Krueger or some alien they did X-Files out for him. At other times of imagining far away, in a place where nobody knew him. Where no one could ever connect it to be so gruesome. You could see the tropics in the sun with a beautiful girl at his side, or New York, amid the skyscrapers of Yankies jacket and a tumbler in the hands of some strange drink that is usually swallow the Americans.
Piero was still staring at him. He stood up. He slowly the two steps that separated him from his bed. He opened his eyes and his eyes meet those of Piero. Twitched, as if the face of Peter, so close to his, he had frightened. She looked at him long. His eyes became bright. Suddenly embraced Piero's shot and shrinking strong whimpered "I'm sorry ... I did not ... I did not want to be born ...."
gradually loosened the close and he collapsed on him. Piero had the knife in his hands was stuck to the bottom of the stomach. Bled in silence. Piero was speechless with his mouth open with a blood stain on his pajamas that grew wider.
yelled.
Mom and Dad ran from them. Dad took him away and weight. Then the ambulance. The mother pulls him crying: "Why? Why? "
Everything Piero could say was: "It was not me. And 'he threw himself on the blade. "
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