Em Qualquer Lugar que o Vento sopre

Chapter 1

makes a week that killed a man. I had both work to plan the murder and went reconpensado with a fear terrible. A fear of the unreal, the unthinkable, of myself. Do not go out of house ever since the day that thought it would be the solution to all issues, yes, I thought to kill the man would be my glory, my triumph, which would relieve all my suffering. The fault me erodes as acid, strangely, I want revenge, want to avenge him who took the life of a man, a human, an equal. There are vezer that I try to stop these thoughts... with drugs. Would worked. I am wasting away and can not rely on anyone. I cut all my ties, including with my mother who had always been my heroine. She raised me alone, with only seventeen she became pregnant and my father never the sought, even knowing that she was about to give the light.