I opened my eyes carefully, the first thing I saw was a white light on the ceiling that blinded me a bit. There was movement around me but I couldn't make out well."Nish, are you okay?" A figure stands in front of me, her face is concerned: she is mom."Mom," I uttered, my voice sounding a little raspy."You're fine." She smiled at me a little. My eyesight became clearer and clearer and my ears sharpened. I noticed he was in a hospital bed "You passed out and the officers brought you here.""What?" I put a hand to my head.
The dripping water makes me open my eyes with difficulty. My head ached and I felt like I was pulled onto something hard. When my vision clears and I manage to sit on the concrete, I realize what is really happening: I am in a sewer.How did I get here?I can't remember anything. I bring a hand to the back of my head as I feel some liquid pouring out of it. When I see my hand I see red: blood. I try to stand up but at first it is useless, my body hurts, my legs, as if I had run a marathon. My shoes were worn and dusty. My pants were torn at the knees and my jacket had some holes in the elbows.I blinked several times without understanding what had happened. How did I get here? What happened to me? Did I faint? Where am I? Thinking and thinking made my head hurt more. In the end I stand up
After seeing the letter "M" in the foggy mirror I got scared a bit since there was no one else in my house, well my mother but she was asleep, I went to the living room window because from there I had a lot of view towards the neighboring houses to see if I noticed anything suspicious but I couldn't make out anything else except children playing with a ball.In a way I felt a little relieved afterwards because I thought it was some Loren joke that there was an M on my mirror, but I don't think she is capable enough to play with that. So I took a deep breath and got ready to eat the leftover pizza that was getting cold. I went up to my room and looked in my closet for something to wear, in that regard I was not as selective as certain girls, because I would wear the first thing I found.So it was, I put on
The next day I woke up, I could hear that horrible sound that my alarm clock had, I don't really know why I had never put a better sound, apparently I was a bit masochistic with my ears. I felt that my body was with new energy so I got out of bed and looked on the floor all that I had spilled yesterday at bedtime and I noticed that my cell phone was upside down, I took it, but it was downloaded so I immediately looked for the charger.I listened to the sound of oil in Mom's pans, because she was excellent at cooking anything, quite the opposite with me. That was one of the things I'd miss about Mom if I left home, so I looked at myself in my bedroom mirror, combed my hair a bit, and went downstairs."Good morning mom! How are you getting up?" I asked. In that sense, since I was little, I had been taught very good manners so it was customary to say h
The next morning I woke up feeling a pain in the back of my neck, I had slept badly. The night had been a little better, although at first I had a hard time falling asleep because I was thinking about Max.Today I would arrive at the university and see the lack that he would do. I got out of bed groggy and headed for the shower. When I took off my clothes and let the water wash away my sleep, I felt watched; it was a new and completely strange feeling. I showered for a few minutes and then went out. I wrapped the towel around my body and looked for some clothes. Long-sleeved black shirt and black jeans. The city of Portland was in mourning. I put on my shoes and combed my hair.Classes would start in half an hour. I took my bag, my cell phone and left my room. When I went downstairs I didn't hear anything or anyone, which made me understand that my moth
When you get to university you realize that it was not what you thought when you were little, I used to play with my friends and even with children that I didn't even know, as I was growing up I also longed to be older to go to a university.Maybe because it had the image of the typical university that movies sell you, with a very good atmosphere. But when you are in reality you realize that it was better to stay at the age of a child. As I grew older, there were also many things that would not happen again, maybe that's why I was a bit quiet, but after all, I liked the way it was.Portland was a prestigious university where there were many students from different social as well as intellectual positions. It was a university with a colonial structure, which when you first arrived you could see how colossal it was, so much so that it gave the appearance
My eyes snapped open, I felt how my breathing was harsh and a little ragged. My head hurt so much so I put both hands to my forehead and squeezed it. What had happened? I looked up, realized I was lying on the pavement near Nisha's house. My pants were half ripped and my shirt was white, dirty. I struggled to my feet, looking around. What was I doing here? It was afternoon apparently, in the distance I could see the sun setting. I looked for someone nearby, a person, but there was no one. I turned to look at the house behind me: it was quite large, two stories, green. Outside there are steps to reach the front door and into the garden where sunflowers are planted.I knew the house, it was Nisha's; but when did I get here? I couldn't remember anything, I didn't remember walking here, I didn't remember. Maybe I had gotten drunk earlier in the day and that's why I didn't quite remember; It used to happen to me often. Alt
NISH"Nish!" I heard someone call me." I was coming out of my last class.I turned to see the aforementioned:Dalton.Dalton comes in and smirks at me."Dalton," I greeted him, finished putting my things in my bag and headed out into the hallways."How are you, Nish?" He asks me behind me. Dalton was a little short, his hair was curly black and he wore glasses.