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really matter anymore. I still have the piece of paper in my pocket, is folded in four. My belly hurts a little bit, is tight against my pants. I decided to let myself go and unbutton

k, and I told her she was an annoying human being. I did not mean that, I was just frustrate

s wearing and old coat to cover her pajamas, I felt bad, she was already sleeping, but it was now or never. I hugged her, so tight, so tender. I thought for a second that I was three years old again. I looked at her into her eyes, I wanted to cry but that will drive her crazy and she will start asking a lot of question, I do not want to waste

. "He is alive and probably after me." I replied. "But he died five years ago." she added. I explained to her that I did not have enough time, I gave her the paper, she was shocked. I told her that was not his handwriting, it was someone else's. I took the paper and without saying anything else I left home. I did not want to ride my car anymore; the mere idea scare the hell out of me. Walking down the streets I started calling those who I con

ng alone in the middle of the night, I threw my phone away and I ran back home, at this moment I did not care if someone coul

y phone away, did not matter, I have the money to get a new one and I was near home, I could get a new device and with my job, recover that money in less than a day. I was finally putting myself together and it was at that moment that I saw it, the most beautiful black owl I cou

intense, it felt like it was scanning my

and I am pretty sure it would be impossible to get all I have now next to him, a body-size mirror reminded me who I was, a sexy woman on the peak of his

dy and turn on my computer. <> was written all over the white walls of my study. I ran and tried to get my landline to call the police, it was death. I

so scared that I did not feel any pain, my mind was telling me not to use the elevator, so I used the emergency stairs, when I went down tw

razy friends who already insulted me in the p

as empty, not even a single soul. The owl was there. It flew away and I am quit

ot remember his name anymore. I heard footsteps approaching me. Too scared to look back I was. Some heavy boots, I man, a woman. Not sure, but it

ng me know that he or she understood what I w

ld see was the fathomless darkness of the night,

I heard was the