Quería acabar con mi vida ...
Ese fue el sentimiento que me hizo conocerlo...
Yo quería dejar de existir y El quería saber lo que se sentía matar a un humano
Sencillo, ¿ verdad? , Pues no, si lo fuera no estaría aquí contando mi historia , tal vez ... debimos, llevar a cabo el plan en el momento
Sabía que no estaba bien de su cabeza, cuando lo conocí.
Y me di cuenta de que era un mounstruo cuando ya estaba enamorada y no había que hacer ...
Tenía mas sombras y oscuridad de la que nunca imaginé
Me contaba todas las barbaridades que hacía , "el amor no debe tener secretos" y si yo me asustaba de el , o le negaba algo ...
Me castigaba
Si el notaba que le temía
Me castigaba ...
Lo conocí en circunstancias extrañas,justo antes de suicidarme , El me propuso un trato , que fue el comienzo de nuestra historia...
Aquel extraño chico había entrado a mi casa sin permiso ya que mi jardín era grande ,pasaba el dia allí...
Espiandome , burlandose y entreteniendose con mi sufrimiento hasta que lo descubrí
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AIDAN , como me ponía solo pronunciar su nombre
Luego de verlo salir de la ducha , con una toalla en su cadera
Aquel chico alto color leche con cabello blanco, cejas marrones ,ojos celestes cielo pero con esa mirada de odio que solo cambiaba cuando me trepaba encima de el o me decía que me amaba , labios y nariz rosados , parecía un personaje animado , pero estaba frente a mí, tan real como el aire
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No se trataba de que "el fuera lo mas importante", solo que ni de lejos yo era tan importante para alguien como lo era para el , El estaba en todas partes y tenía la total certeza de que me era fiel pues nunca se despegaba de mi.
El lo era TODO y a la vez NADA , nunca a mejor dicho ...
"One body: A death, a suicide, and now a murder.
Lunacy is settling over, leaving its fingerprints on them, while breathing down their necks.
The warm kiss of air is mistaken for nothing but a midnight breeze, and finger prints not much more than dirt.
"Are you worthy enough, huh? Do you think I'm such a fool? You'll die there. Ashton Kahn. Mark my words. You are going to die and your family is going to live a dead life. You know what grief is? Of course, why would YOU know? You haven't been miserable for once in your life, have you? You have always been the super-star, haven't you? Of course you'll die. You deserve nothing but a deadly, rotten grave. You are such a chick, aren't you? Huh. I hate you Ashton Kahn. You are so mean. You think wealth is the world. You think beauty is the world. Don't you find having the best muscles, having the best grades, having the perfect eyes, having the perfect clothes, shoes-"
Her words were so powerful, her expression meaner. She meant it. And how right she was. There I was, living a beautiful life.
Of course I had no idea what misery is. I'd never been miserable for a second. Hah. She was giving me a lesson. The feeling was so intense, her words ruling my brain, empowering my veins. I was so useless. Have I ever cried? Have I ever thought why people say Life is just a Lie? Did I ever care why was the guy behind the coffee shop shutters crying? Did I ever gave it a second thought what did that guy felt when I called him Bozo? Or what was going on with that girl I heard of whose parents died a day ago?
Of course, what was I capable of feeling?
And there I had always thought I was the perfect me. The boy who could do anything. The boy who ruled. The boy who lived.
Life is just a Lie.
And for the first time in ever, I felt it to be so, so real. The reality of this was ever-awakening, it's power would have killed a soul.
Life is just a Lie.