No Color Without Pain

Chapter I

And now the end is near
And so I face the final curtain ⎯ Excerpt from the song "My Way" by singer Frank Sinastra.

Agnes slowed down the car, along with the other cars that stopped at the red light. The thin drops of rain jumped on the windshield, the fog engulfed the city, the strong wind aroused in the palm trees the fury. The signal didn't cost much to turn green, and they moved in the streets. The skyscrapers disappeared in the rainy setting. Kiara leaning in the back seat, was entertained by the drops coming down the glass. The body is completely sore and a chill. She was too proud to complain about the pain.

"Five more blocks" Agnes Alert, for Kiara to prepare.

She lived in one of the most privileged neighborhoods; Wisttaly Anson. Excessively large, impeccable condos. It was perfect, and artificial. The terrible things I saw in the papers about the world seemed to be unreal in that place.

She will never have left the state, not once; the world could be extensive, but for Kiara he was tiny, and he felt suffocated in it. There was no sense in what she lived, and she had lived little, and she was so exhausted. Compressed by oppressive anguish, her face burned, she held her back so she wouldn't spill her tears. He shrunk on the bench, a usual reaction. Succumbing to herself, such a devastating sensation.

" When is this going to end? " whispered her, begging for a response from the celestial being. Agnes was trapped in her daydreams, who did not hear the girl's smothered beg.

They parked, the gates of white railings opened. She pierced his own hands with his nails, wanted the space between the gate and the house to be like infinity, and eternalize. She couldn't stand her family, they disgusted her.

Dereck, she was the only one in the family she really showed empathy for. He treated her like a younger daughter, not the family illness, or the girl who ruined the celebrations, the one who was hardly ever home. For Dereck, she was only Kiara, the teenager her father cared about.

Agnes led her through the wheelchair, walking through the tombstones that separated from the garden. Kiara had observed the bushes with rejection, cursed them for cushioning her fall, and prevented her from dying. Despicable creatures!

"I'm going to do an article on things to avoid when planning a suicide. Bush is one of the first. "says Kiara lamenting, venting his enormous frustration in the bushes.

As soon as they walked through the door, they came across a being, the man in a suit without a blazer, black hair and a few gray strands. In a rigid posture, so too the face.

"Thank you, Miss Vincenzo. From here I'll take care of her. " He says formal, feeding his taste for authority. Agnes before turning her back on Kiara, opened a smile, and whispered a Will be all right.

Agnes doesn't feel the boss's eyes on you, just fixed on the girl. She could hardly imagine the sermon, and the looks. Dereck Anderson was a man of abundant integrity, a firm-looking fellow. But he had weaknesses in his conscious decisions when his wife, or even the youngest daughter were around.

Dereck led the girl toward the office, pushing the wheelchair at a normal pace. Kiara breathed slowly, uncontrollable impulsivity oscillated, as he walked the silent corridors, only the squeaking of the wheels on the floor; sense the terror you will encounter. There a few meters away, the mood of the house changed, the air became heavy, and increasingly difficult to breathe. Giving him the explanations, talking about what had happened was the most complicated part, I wish I had died more than ever. And you'd come down the hall.

Three women sitting on the white suede sofa, the face as well as the man's, the stares fixed on Kiara. Is it judgment day? asked himself, hearing the man's footsteps stop, leaving in front of the women, in the middle of the room.