A week later, Saturday night ...
I go to the disco with less happiness than usual, I don't know why but this evening I'm not particularly fit, I have nothing serious, I also felt a fever and I have 35 degrees, so there is nothing there too, but the fact is that I don't I feel sick but I feel empty, without stimuli, with nothing left to try. I drink something, so I become a happy minimum and maybe I can be more loose.
"Maria, you make me three Mojitos and as usual you don't put ice in mine but you put double alcohol in it" says Federico, Andrea's best friend, as he slams his hand on the counter of the disco bar and then goes away, direct to the privé.
"Please, Maria. Thanks," I tell her and she smiles at me.
This must be an exhausting job, she works tirelessly to make cocktails from 10pm to 5am, people are rude because they are obscured by the fumes of alcohol and do not respect you, they respond badly and grope you and Federico is exactly this person, only that he is also sober, that's why I always thank Maria, I think kindness is an excellent pay, it certainly won't buy you clothes but a sincere smile is definitely an excellent medicine to all these depraved people, is no more respect for the female body, men consider us only objects of pleasure, empty dolls to be treated as they please, if a woman is raped, it is her fault that she has put on a skirt that is too short and never the rapist's and we also perhaps we treat each other badly, even among us women we judge ourselves, if a woman like me has sex with many men for pleasure automatically becomes a bitch. This is a whole fucking world.
"How are you? You're strange tonight" he says, looking at me worried Andrea
"It will be sad because nobody has broken through it yet" says Federico laughing.
I ignore hin and answer my best friend "Yes, I'm well but lately I always have a lot of thoughts that reverberate in my head and do not make me live more peaceful as I was before, I think this is the problem" then I shrug my shoulders and take a sip from Mojito
"You just need to relax" Andrea tells me as he passes me a glass support with white powder and a € 10 banknote on it
"Yes, maybe you're right," I say shrugging and pulling up a nice cocaine streak and suddenly I'm already better.
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Hi guys, this is the ninth chapter.
I hope you like it and I would like to know what you think of this reflection on Aurora's life, do you agree? How do you think it?
Altea
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