My mom understood, she wasn't the best person to tell it, but she was the most comprehensive faucet I could imagine. My life and encouragement seemed to go up but since the day I confessed it to my mom, the castle of I ice I built, felt down in seconds. Every single day.
"Come on, change that face, be happy," my dad said before coming to the side of the bed and hugging me, saying something about a tooth brush that made me laugh, but my eyes were already crystalized so I put my face under the blanket so he couldn't see me. As they closed the door, I couldn't hold the tears any longer and I started to cry heavy tears, as a summer rain.
I thought I cried for nothing but I was holding those tears for a very long time when I couldn't cry. I thought I was cold inside but I'm not the Arctic. I'm just a star, a blue one that lived a lot, I have lava inside and it seems the same on the outside but, in the middle, there's this cape of ice, that nobody has access to.
I went to the bathroom, closed the door behind me and the feeling I had was emptiness. I had nothing inside. I sat on the floor with my back touching the door, I cried more and then I stood up, washed my face and thought, for the first time in a long time, about seriously cutting myself, but I didn't do it.
All I could think about after that episode was about everyone. My parents couldn't understand why I was crying and they weren't at home, Angela was working, Lucas was with Leonor maybe watching a movie, Karen was on the other side of the world sleeping and Lydia didn't fucking care about me. I realized that for one more moment in my life, I was crying alone.
The next week, I wanted to cry, all the time and it wasn't until the day of the war that I could cry. One more motivation to kill the shit out of me.
My parents had a great fight by something stupid and my dad left the house for five fucking hours. Then came back when mom wasn't at home, said hi to me and went to the room at the back of the house, alone and later left again without saying anything.
The next day he came when I was at the music school and told my mom that we could move from the house if we wanted and my mom said that we weren't moving again and my dad said that he was going to move then. He went out again and when I came home later, I was studying with my mom and he arrived.
He acted pretending that life was okay and that I wasn't fucking depressing because of him.
I really hate him some times, AA
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