Fear? Good is a word that in itself gives something of fear, thinking you wonder why it crossed your mind and that is how you begin to collect the tracks that have unleashed a great disturbance in your mind. This time I started to think I had felt a sudden cold, the darkness that covered my eyes and that strange feeling of knowing that was what would happen.
was a hot day for those who preferred not to leave home and not have to endure the scorching sun on my face, but how could not break my Routine I went to the National Library, where he worked for 2 years. That was my life basically raised me, I managed the balcony looks out to the highway while I smoked a cigarette and drank a cup of coffee, grabbed urban transport for forty-five minutes or so and walk about four blocks to get to my work, had to climb a long stairs, which every day I put just a little cranky. But when he arrived was something that weighed on my chest, looked like he wanted to avoid entering the enclosure, but I was stronger, for a single second was stronger than anything else, I was pleased when he managed to cross the threshold and beat a Again that strange force that fought against me.
All times bathed in a routine term commences overwhelming, I could not imagine what the night would bring.
I say goodbye to the few left in the library in the evening and I walk out that door that has the power to create feelings of inferiority to those who look, walk for a while until I decide to take the bus to take me to my house. During the trip I think I'm tired of so routine that would be interesting to resign and seek new employment, but the fear of knowing something new and may not work as I imagine it erases all new thought in my mind and then left to white, my mind is then limited to process many images running through my eyes through the bus window, The first drops of rain hitting the window and take me out of reverie, I realize that I have already spent two blocks from where I normally get off me, I quickly get up and me under the bus. I hate having to walk the two blocks over, the only goal in my mind is arrive quickly to my apartment to serve me a cup of tea and smoke a cigarette on the balcony, then sleep for a while to read a novel, and these two blocks threatened to delay the realization of my goal. Fortunately it was only a slight drizzle, I felt the drops fell on my face and I thought that for once in my life walk slow I did not care to delay the arrival at the goal, I wanted to enjoy and concentrate on the feeling that caused every drop in my face, I stopped feeling.
When you finally reach the entrance of the building noticed that night was particularly quiet, almost no motor noise heard by the motorway, no conversations were heard nearby windows, even reaching hear some animal roaming the streets. I lean to the guard saw my face and opened the door not wanting to get my keys to do, but could not find so look for my keys in the suitcase and when he had them in my hand, my reactions and my suitcase hindered callus the ground and let out some of my belongings. This damage the peace he had achieved at the thought of raindrops and rapidly vanished peace in my heart and my nerves began to activate in a fairly neurotic. While gathering all and put it inside my suitcase suddenly a man came thick texture, a bit taller than me, an intriguing look, light eyes, but clearly reflected otherwise disturbing ideas swirling in his mind and could see through his eyes, black holes transported me to a different world, a city crowded with buildings silent, faceless people, a sky without color, so empty that he did not feel the air in that city was impossible to recognize your breath, not breathing, was something intriguing but fascinating to see, that darkness I felt fully absorbed until your words took me back to that city where everything seemed normal.
- Excuse me you live here - I said it quietly without taking his eyes from view.
- Yeah, thanks for your help, I replied with a little more quickly.
I accommodate my bag on my shoulder and I hurried to open the door. When I turned my eyes to say goodbye with a look that man was gone, I did not at all strange had just gone without having to remember how a game more in his whirlwind of ideas.
closed the front door and then came the warden asking apologize for not being to open the door. I did not say anything so I just went to my apartment, I opened the door, put my suitcase up the first chair I found my way I went to the kitchen, poured myself a glass of iced tea and heading to the balcony I lit a cigarette inhale the first puff of smoke.
still felt that peace of mind that was not used and I felt for a moment that things were not happening as it normally did.
the end of the cigarette and my cup of tea, I went to my room I took off the skirt and jacket she wore, turned on the computer and into the bathroom. Front of me I met a woman with almost no expression some, looks to the eye and asked that this had been your day, every night to talk a good time all we had thought, she and I were totally different always reproached me not be a little more eloquent and change routine, I was telling the fear he felt that something new does not come out as I imagined and the final one of the two yielded a promise or a look of tolerance.
Spend some time reading articles, playing some puzzles and talking to people who may not speak to them makes a difference with the digital image on your screen, than just talking with another image that might appear before them. Since it was getting late and all gradually retired to rest, and I was accustomed to being alone in the middle of the night without feeling the need to rest, so I went to my bed to read for a while, with the hope that the dream took hold of my body, but as almost all of my sleep nights stayed away from me just laughing at me and maybe how not to heed my call.
spent the page number five twenty-six and I felt a cool breeze caressing my face, I froze instantly. I stood up and I immediately assumed to determine the origin of that strange breeze In the living room of my apartment that figure stood had found me a little angry at the beginning of the night in front of the goal of building, did not know do not think at that moment, I just stand there in the doorway of my room as a spectator of a scene from that city to be puzzling that the same had taught me, since aside from his deep gaze had no face and that very moment I could swear that never again find the woman who talked with me every night in the mirror, I had lost my identity, that being I had won with only a cold and ghostly sigh that had slipped through the bottom the door.
That shadow that was right in front of me approached me and went through my body until that moment I thought he was solid when he did I felt my life was fading and do not know how to reach it and make it mine again.
I opened my eyes until I thought they were open without blinking even once. And I was in the same place where it all started, but that shadow, that being, the enigmatic gaze not at an appearance in the same place where I was. Get regain mobility in my body and went back to my bed, I lay down and I fell asleep immediately, grateful for a second, wanting everything to be just a figment of my mind that that day had started to play dirty with me.
Upon awakening the next morning, I woke up like any other day but in my routine life, I went to the kitchen to serve a coffee to catch me with a cigarette on the balcony and looked toward the highway and there was. No surprise I continued with the activities planned in my mind, the following some similar activities as if I lived in a world parallel to mine. To leave my apartment I felt that leaving me, in my mind came many questions about this strange company but do not pay attention to these questions, walk to where I took my daily urban transport that shadow by my side but on reaching the corner that be turn in the opposite direction that I walked, I moved on, but five steps later my legs slowed and my mind took the abrupt decision responding at that instant the above questions. I turned around and walk a little faster to follow him, he asked where he was going and if the real intention was that I wanted to follow him out which was the source of all this. Walk for a long time
sometimes thought of leaving the answer and go back to normal but I remembered that night, the night before, that woman in the mirror had criticized that attitude, and I decided to follow their words, follow the steps of man that went before mine.
He stopped but I kept walking toward the front, did not know where I was headed, or did know, something in me knew where he was going so my body does not fight against myself, I stopped at the entrance of an abandoned school, the man went through my body and entered the school he quickly followed.
When you enter remembered all those years had passed between these walls, I remembered a little girl is walking through the aisles looking at all the children playing, sometimes begging them to play with her, the girl he met playing in a sea of letters and dreams of others who were hiding page after page, I saw that little girl through the years has grown and following their routines.
felt an emptiness in my stomach and a huge desire to run and let that little girl back, could not stand see and know for sure the woman who would become. My legs gave way this time to my drive and I left school without looking back, forgetting that being that I had taken my past, to that city without faces, faces that I had handled myself clear.
I stopped in front of the goal of my apartment, I opened with the keys quickly found in the pocket of my jacket and went to my apartment without losing the fast, I leaned in and closed the door behind me, take a deep breath and I saw this woman before my mirror, but this time was materialized in front of my whole body, face, but had not yet recognized it right. I felt that nothing was heard even the ticking of the clock that hammering my ears a few seconds. For a boost of my senses tell me this woman rushes over and squeezed her neck with my hands, she did not put my attack strength. I felt powerful, I felt that finally controlled my life, I could send over my body and that fear to escape the routine. I was so successful until I felt a big twinge in my back, I felt a sharp burning my back and walked into my lungs expanded, could not breathe, loosen my hands of that woman's neck and cleared his throat trying to get some air around me turn my head to see what was happening behind me and there was this to be intriguing, this time his eyes looked serene, as if all these ideas have been deleted disruptive at that moment.
Crawl and try to leave my apartment to seek help, nor the man who was standing in the doorway and the woman who was on the floor were moved to prevent my departure.
I went to the apartment next door for help, knew he would die at times and fear ran through my veins.
trying to push the door is opened immediately and the scene I witnessed was quite disturbing I held the little breath he had achieved. Mrs. Gloria
forty years he lived for five years next to my apartment, sat in the dining room chair, and his neck falling a thin trickle of blood that had been flooded the carpet under the dining table, and there beside the pool of blood was seventeen year old daughter slowly bleeding to death beside his mother.
ran my back pain. fear and doubt my veins my mind. Just so full of terror I could down the stairs, all I wanted was to go out and scream for help to the street, I was not the only victim of that shadow that had moved from its place, had become the main viewer my desperate actions to keep me alive.
At the reception, I saw through the mirror that was, that my back pain was caused by a knife buried in my shoulder blade right, anxiety gripped my breath and felt myself gradually faded without doing anything about it. I fell and hit pressed against my chest, outreach to breathe one last time and the last thing my eyes saw was the guard who was under the table at the reception bleeding like this woman and her daughter. I thought it was another victim in that building and it was all because of that mysterious look. Among
I was white walls and slid down my forehead cold sweat, I opened my eyes and felt a disorientation that strangely familiar to me, I stood up with great effort that litter where I was and I looked around , a blinding white covered my eyes and found something intervened that overwhelming uniformity. A newspaper clipping on the wall was located, I approached to find out what was what he said and is petrified to read it, memories came to my mind and I know it was not the first time I read this set of letters made my body paralyzed, this articulation of words shouted to my eyes:
"Librarian kills everyone in the building where he lived
A woman who works at the National Library, after visiting the school where he studied his childhood, hastened (according to some witnesses) to their building and a murderer at all at that time were there, trying to escape with the murder weapon slipped down the stairs and accidentally stabbed a knife in the back. A few seconds later the police arrived. You are now in a mental health center. "
knew what I felt through my body which was a short word, fear. Black Andreira
Clow Ravenclaw
