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Deadline (English/Inglés)

It's in English so... whooooo (?)

                                          

                                                  

You don't remember what you told me the other day, don't you? Ah, what a pity. I actually kind of recall it as a good story to be told.

                   

So you don't really remember, right?

                   

Ah... What am I supposed to do with you? I actually think you should go to see a doctor or something. It's not normal the fact that you keep forgetting things so rapidly. The other day I told you to write me the piece of writing about the Untold and you did not give it to me. Is it so difficult to describe the indescribable? To put into words the unwritten?

                   

No, don't try to find an excuse for this. We're not leaving this place until you tell me the story. Or at least say something that will remind me about it so-

                   

No, I've already told you. There's no way you are escaping from this. You really are like a little kid... Just try to remember something by now, okay?

                   

What? Did you just remember something right now? I think I heard you mumble something to yourself.

                   

Oh, geez, don't scare me so much. Don't say something under your breath unless it's valuable for our objective!

                   

Seriously, don't talk back to me like that! What was that? It's only MY objective? You work for me, so MY objectives are OUR objectives. Why did I hire a worker as incompetent as you?

                   

Yeah, I know, I know. I should stop drinking so much. I've heard you enough. You're such a bother. Just stop complaining and try to remember something, geez.

                   

Wait, what did you just say?
Yeah, that's it! See? You can be useful at times. It started this way...

                   

"She took a deep breath, her thighs tightly pressed against her chest, folded with both of her arms, as she rested her forehead on the crook drawn between both of her knees. Her cold breath hit her left forearm in a firm, fast pace; a shiver ran down her spine as the horrible loud noise hit the walls of her cosy room, which, at times like this was terrifyingly small and captive. Shaking with panic present in her eyes, she slowly lifted her head to see the tiny ephemeral water pearls on her window, which, just
                                                                      with a quick breath between the branches of the old oak in her backyard disappeared momentarily.
Her eyes visualised a pitiful scene, her whole room painted in light during half a second to return to its usual darkness, followed by another loud noise. She shook uncontrollably venting her sobs in her knees as tears fell down her cheeks and dying with a darker tone the wool carpet extended on the floor.

                   

Her brain was gathering the information at the speed of light as it processed different escape routes. She kept repeating this words to herself like a mantra "run, run, run", as if the simple fact of repeating them would make her body react and leave her room as soon as possible. Instead, she kept cringing under the upcoming of another thunder.

                   

She spent the next ten minutes under the effects of her fear, still crying desperately under the noisy storm. The only thing that woke her up from the nightmare was her vibrating phone, hitting her foot; it must have been ringing for ages taking into account the two-feet journey it had taken from the side of her bed to her decomposed figure. She answered to it almost immediately, without looking who's call was it from.

                   

"H-hello?"

                   

The person from the other side didn't respond. She looked at her phone's screen to see who was the one calling her that late.

                   

"Dad? Is it you?" She whimpered as one lightning shined across her room. "...Dad?" Whoever was on the other side had hung up."

Yeah, stop complaining, I know it isn't over. But I can't continue if you don't tell me the way the story kept on.

                   

I'm not trying to be a nuisance to you! I can't remember, I swear. Yeah. Sure. I promise I couldn't keep with the story even if I tried to.

                   

Why are you complaining? You are the one who keeps bothering me and not the other way around. You are my subordinate just obey to me already!

                   

Really. Try to recall what happened next. Just try to.

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"She looked across her window, desperately searching for any sign, any indication that could show her, in any way, that her father was okay. The problem wasn't the thunderstorm or all the darkness that surrounded her anymore. The problem lied in whether he was safe and sound or not.

                   

Was it too selfish to have cried over something that had nothing to do with her and to not realize someone as important as her only family member wasn't by her side to comfort her, to tell her everything was alright?"

                   

Oh my! You finally took part in this. I'm actually very excited. You remembered! Now... How did it continue?

                   
"Two flashes of light hit her face and she ran towards her window, taking the knob with her right hand as her weak, slender fingers turned it upwards. The wind, rain and the storm itself made her body step back, and, energetically she closed it before she ran with all the strength her body could have had at that time to the entrance door.

                   

She opened it, panting from the effort, but she didn't see a thing. There were no flashlights, no cars, and no dad. Just the storm, her house and herself."

                   

Woo, I remember it right now! I love it.

                   

"With all the last strength on her body, she ran to the street and looked to the left, but she didn't find him; then, she turned around to see two car lights straight at just three feet distance in front of her.

                   

In a few minutes, it was just the storm, her house and a lifeless body."

You actually remembered it! I'm so proud of you right now.

                   

What? No, I'm not mocking you. I'm actually glad you could tell the story at the end. But I still have got a question for you.

                   

Do you remember her name? No? Well, I do.
Her name was...

                   

Then you woke up.