domingo, 6 de enero de 2013

No me dejes morir .

 Una tonada quemada sumada a una ligera vibración, y casi al instante él salió corriendo. Atravesó calles, avenidas, diagonales, todo sin una minúscula distracción. Casi lo atropellan tres veces, pero el corría con todas sus fuerzas, pues el tiempo .. no estaba de su lado. 

                       
Al llegar al departamento, tocó timbre cómo un loco; mientras con la otra mano buscaba desesperadamente las llaves; nadie atendía del otro lado. Al fin, con las llaves en la mano, quiso entrar pero del otro lado había algo bloqueando el paso. Gritó con todas sus fuerzas el nombre de su amada : 


  - ¡Amelia! ¡Amelia! ¡Por favor, te lo ruego, ábreme la puerta! 

 Cada vez más desesperado y con solo la idea de entrar intentó derribar la puerta. Primero con sus puños y luego simplemente a las patadas. Tenía todo el cuerpo realmente destrozado, pero él seguía golpeándola mientras llamaba a su alma. Empapado en sudor y un poco de sangre, logró entrar. Subió las escaleras como un rayo. Fue directo al baño de la pequeña habitación que compartían y vio lo que nunca tendría que haber pasado
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thecordeliascottanon:

Your boyfriend walks into the house, to greet you after a long hard day at school. You had called him that morning, telling him you didn’t feel well and that you weren’t going to show up. You told him not to get the homework for you and to just stay away until you got better, because you didn’t want him to get the bug. Of course, thinking nothing of it, your boyfriend agreed and said to get better. That day, you decided to do the unthinkable; kill yourself. You decided to cut, to bleed to death. Your parents were gone, no one was home, it was the perfect time. Writing your goodbye notes, you set them on the kitchen table, hoping that once your parents would come home, they would realize after they read the letters, it was too late; you were already gone. The walk to the bathroom to get your razors was a long walk, the last walk of your life. You think about your boyfriend, how clueless he was. He had no idea what you were preparing for. He didn’t get that he’d never get to see you again. You think about your parents. You think about how much you thought you’ve disappointed them, how you didn’t think they were proud of you. You thought about your best friend at school. How much you loved her, the memories you both shared. You smiled at the thought but then remembered what you were about to do and the smile faded. You finally reach the bathroom. Taking a deep breath, you go to the cabinet and get what you need to get to get the job done. Before you slice your skin, you whisper, “I’m sorry.” and slice over the delicate part of your body. The blood pours out of your wrist, you fall to the ground, gasping in pain. Your eyes flutter, closing, as the pain becomes unbearable. Blood trickles next to the floor where you lay, getting all over your favorite outfit. You take a deep breath before slipping into a slumber.
Meanwhile, your boyfriend decides it would be a good idea to come and give you some soup for lunch. He usually just walks in, so he opens the door to your house, hollering your name. When no one answers, he walks further into the corridor, looking left and right. Of course, the bathroom is to the right of the room, the door wide open. Your body lays in a pool of blood near the open door, your body laying against the cabinets. Your boyfriend’s mouth is an “O” shape, too much in shock to let out a sound. But he quickly snaps out of it, running over to where you lay. He picks up your body, shaking it gently and saying your name. When you don’t respond, he starts shaking you more violently, raising his voice. Still, no answer. Your boyfriend is now crying, tears streaming down his face. He still continues to scream your name, hoping for an answer. He gets none. He stops shaking your body, laying his head on your stomach, bawling his eyes out. 
After a few minutes, he calms down, grabbing his cell phone and dialing the number everyone knows well; 911. The police rush over, your boyfriend never leaving your side. After being rushed to the hospital, a few hours later, it is announced that you didn’t make it. Your boyfriend falls into shock, not registering the fact that you aren’t on the earth anymore. Your parents weep violently in each others arms, repeating “It’s all our faults.” Your best friend? She’s fallen into the chairs of the waiting room, crying so hard, she’s about to throw up. Everyone in the waiting room is staring at your small group, feeling for them.
A week or so later, there’s a funeral held for you. 500 people and more show up to honor you. The whole service is filled with tears and sadness. Not one person is smiling or even attempting to smile. Everyone knows that maybe if they were a little nicer, you might still be here. Everyone in the room blames themselves. Your boyfriend, hasn’t spoken to anyone since the night. Your best friend, hasn’t eaten in days, maybe a scrap of food every now and then, but not more than a meal. Your parents? Your mom has fallen into depression. Your dad? He’s been like your boyfriend, hasn’t spoken a word since then. Everyday, he stares at the TV with a blank expression. The whole school? There is a case in front of the school with your picture and photos of you, a tribute, you could say. No one is the same anymore. Your smile could brighten someones day. Your laugh could make someone smile, even when they didn’t want to. Your voice, when you talk, is like an angel singing.
You think no one cares? Think again.
 El piso recubierto de sangre y cantidad infinita de filos por allí tirados. Vio el cuerpo de Amelia; su corazón se detuvo. Levantó su cuerpo de la misma forma que lo hacía cuando jugaban, cómo si fuese una princesa; pero esta vez y con razón, con total brutalidad .
 

Agarró el teléfono portátil de su bolsillo cómo pudo y la recostó en sus piernas mientras que apoyaba la cabeza en su pecho.
 -¡Contesten! ¡Contesten rápido!  -gritaba, mientras intentaba comunicarse con una ambulancia.
Pero era inútil, el tiempo se había terminado. Al darse cuenta, con la poca voz que tenía dijo apenas su dirección y colgó .


Tapó su cuerpo desnudo con una toalla, y casi agonizando le decía en voz baja, llegando al susurro : 


 " Mi princesa, mi ángel ¿Por qué te fuiste? si yo era quién tanto te amaba. ¿Por qué no dejaste que te cuidara? ¿Por qué me lastimas así? Alma mía " 

Desde aquel día, él no ha vuelto a decir una palabra. Su alma, lo poco que quedaba de su alma, habría muerto en el instante que leyó ese mensaje .              
  
   

   "Perdón por nunca haber sido suficiente.
Te amo, y siempre lo haré, por eso, ..
    ven a salvarme" .

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