This room is white, because we do not bring him much importance, as it elsewhere. The carpet is green with some spots of his youth. She made a little bed on the edge of metal, and sheets of his childhood where I sit.
It always feels so alone, nobody in the world could understand what she feels and why she feels that way. She does not like what it is now, she is so naive, so stupid, she does not deserve to be because she made too many mistakes.
One day this girl decided to approach me, she knew that I will always and I never let her down. Our relationship was so shameful and dangerous that it never spoke to anyone. She felt no love or affection for me. Instead she felt hatred. I Fessant him suffer so badly, but she loved it. She always thought it was me and comforted her. This young girl would still be condemned to suffer me. Her life revolved around me and nothing could change her. Nobody understood how I understood her, and she knew she depends on me.
She arrived in the room with tears in her eyes. It was another tough day, she sat down and put his hands over her face, her makeup was running all over his face. She put her hand around her stomach and curled into a ball. She still thought of him. She did not cry because she felt weak but even lower when she needed me. She tried not to look at me, lying on his bed. She would soon need me, she realized. She tried not to think of me or maybe not thinking about him.
It was then she turned to me. The decision was taken. Nothing could change his mind. She ran to her bed and sat down near me. She looked at me a long time without a word, she took me in his hands and cut his wrist, if only one shot was enough blade. This last set me down in the drawer after six strokes of the blade. That did not stop the pain but at least she soothed ...