Sylvie Maradona: The Story Of A Monster

Chapter 23: The illness & the storyteller

{There are two kinds of people: those who are always well and those who are always sick. Most of the evils of the world come from the first sort and most of the achievement from the second.}

"So if I'm not being too weird, how did you get these information?"

  I was standing upright near the window. Everything I was telling didn't impress me anymore. Many years had passed since all these happened. Her? She was listening to me. I could not tell her everything in just one hour or a night. It was not enough to fit the whole story. She had to know and understand all the sides.

She was listening to me carefully. She trusted me. I was always afraid that she would think I was seeing the story from one side. But they were just facts. As they were recorded and as so many remembered them. Every sentence I said scared her even more. As if she did not know the end.

"How did you get these information?" she asked me.

"Tony Rodriguez, William's friend, came to find me after the funeral. He did feel guilty about what he knew and didn't talk when we still had time." 

 That was the pure truth. I was telling her everything. She had every right to know. It was a huge shock for me, at frist, as well. All these looked more like a fantasy movie. 

  I spent countless hours on reading about this case. I found everything in envelopes and locked files. It took me five years to collect all the pieces. When you know separated events and phrases it's getting wake too difficult. Someone heard...They said...It was saying... These weren't actual documents. No one was really sure. I studied and got in the position that I am today Just to find out what happened back then.

 We remained silent for a few moments. I was only listening to my heartbeat. It was scary how she was trying to hold her tears back. She suddenly broke the silence asking me
"Do you hate them?"
"Who?"
"All of them. Everyone who knew. Anyone who could had stopped them." Each word that was escaping her mouth was a silver knife slicing my heart in two pieces.

  Did I? Yes, for a big amount of time, I did. All these unanswered questions that were torturing me for years. But...

"What I learnt from this story is that hate only brings hate and fights and tears and pain." 

That was the sad truth. And I could finally admit it. 

"I don't know how I should feel about William." she said.
"I just ignore his existence."
"He lives with your money!"
"I just want a peaceful life. The one she craved for."

 Yes! That's what she craved for. She tried. She fought for it.  I could not let her efforts fall into the void. Like a piece of trash. She did not raise me that way. I would never disappoint her like that. 

"You want me to continue?"

"How long is it?" she asked me scared.

"Not much, we are close to the end. Now, where were we?"
"Sylvie and Bella were in Abu Dhabi."
"Right."
  The two of them murdered an interesting amount of people and got back in New York.

  Before we continue, I just have to tell to all of you all that I will keep my indetity a secret just a little longer. You will find out soon who I am. Now let's go back to where we stopped.  

 Sylvie, the last two months had an aggressive cough that wouldn't stop and wasn't letting her sleep. As much as she was trying to blame it on the cigarettes and bad sleeping program, Bella had sense that there was something worse down there
  She was taking care of herself her entire life. Since her teenage years her diet and work out routine were extremely strict.