Ashes in the Heart (Editing)

Loran

"¡Wake up Loran... WAKE UP!"

It was what I thought through tears, a mixture of feelings drowned my chest, regret, anger, nerves and despair. Loran was dead in my own arms, I could feel her pale and cold skin, her lifeless body resting on me and the despair that consumed me more than anything else, however, I had a small space in my subconscious to notice that she was still dead. so beautiful, it seemed like a dream and the only thing I could remember was our good and short moments together plus what had happened a few minutes before. ¿What kind of person was she? ¿What would my parents think? My life was destroyed.

45 minutes before...

I had come home like any other day, my parents had extended their trip for a few more days so Rita, the housekeeper's daughter, had come to stay those days to help her mother, but the slight absence of someone distracted me. Without giving it much importance, I did what I usually did on a weekday and then I went out to do some shopping, I was too bored to stay home and I had learned from Rita that Loran had woken up in a very bad mood so the last thing I wanted was to receive All that negative charge.

The day was gone and it was already dark, I couldn't believe how long it had taken me and I had promised Rita to give her quality time to catch up after a certain amount of time without seeing each other, never mind how furious Loran would be. for still avoiding her after our last incident. Even though we had cut off all kinds of relationships she was still living in my house against my will and I had already run out of ideas on how to get rid of her without being rude, she kept finding a way to get back in beyond all security and the staff.

After a long trip I finally got home and entered very carefully so as not to wake up the girls, my plan was to go directly to the room to sleep and avoid them seeing that I was visibly a little drunk. I entered the room and everything was dark as I had predicted, it was very quiet and most likely they were sleeping. I went into my room, I threw things on the floor without making much noise, I undid some buttons on my shirt and it throws me back on the bed like a sack of potatoes, I was really dizzy and wanted to vomit, I had exaggerated with the free samples of that new drink and now I regretted that decision. I fell into a deep and dark sleep without knowing anything else about what was happening around me.

45 minutes later...

I felt a strong smell of blood in my nose and some breaths very close to my ear. I opened my eyes and I was still a bit dizzy and confused, I didn't know what time it was or where I was. Everything was dark and only the small light in my bathroom gave light to the room, I sat up in bed and I could see all the blood spilled on the sheets. My heart raced and I went into a slight panic looking at all the blood there was, I didn't understand anything. So many things came to my mind and although I was looking for a logic, I could not notice anything, I got up and jumped desperately to the Light button to turn it on, I only heard small moans and complaints along with a nauseating smell that seemed to have it behind me regardless wherever it was

What I saw next almost broke my Soul in two, the light came on and I could see Loran's body lying on the floor so clearly. I was petrified at the scene and I only observed all the blood scattered around the room, my hands were bloody and my clothes too. A great and dark fear settled in my body as I felt a great guilt and I quickly wiped my hands off the wall to get rid of the disgusting liquid. My breathing was accelerated, I could not assimilate what kind of nightmare I was trapped in that I still had not woken up, I was still so drunk that my brain did not work 100 percent, she in her agony turned to me and raised her hand to reach me.

My mind clicked when I saw her face bruised and swollen and I dropped down next to her, cushioning myself with my knees while I held her hand tightly, that's when I lost my disgust for the blood and kissed her hand looking at her. the eyes. I couldn't hold back the tears and I wasn't sure if it was because of the fear, I felt or because of how she was.