child hood memory

My better recollection of the infancy was when cumpli seven years me habia disfrasado ariel a princess siren this personage me was pleasing much like that that in my birthday I wanted disfrasrme of her

i look the photo

Sometimes I do not like because I leave in the photos because always I work out serious if I want sonreir it seems that I am doing the ridiculous one

physical apperance

I like because my appearance makes me feel like I itself but when the people see me thinks that I never drug myself or do bad things they were left to know since I am actually it makes me sad

substace abuse

When raul my stepfather still has me paralytic these days have been difficult I have to make the double work and study mas my alone brother studies but does not make anithing so i put angry

parental relationship

My parents sometimes they do not like that I dress of dark because they think that they are bad(wrong) or diabolical things but I do not dress this way because I had a difficult life on having known that my dad I give up three years without knowing because

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

DO YOU JUDGE OTHERS BY THE WAY THEY LOOK? NOT ONLY THE WAY THEY LOOK PHYSICALLY, BUT THEIR CLOTHES, HYGIENE, SKIN COLOR, ETC.
ON WHAT BASIS SHOULD A PERSON BE JUDGED?

Cries of Children

This is the first chapter of a novel that I´m going to be posting every week. Comments and suggestion are welcome. Hope you like it.

Cries of Children

PART I

 

Chapter 1

Emilio was staring at the road from the window of his room. The clock on the wall was saying that something was wrong, or maybe not. The time didn´t meant that something had gone wrong with his mother. She always lost sense of time, she was so… most of the time she was in other world. But the words were still there, stinging his mind. That´s why he started to be more concerned about his mother life, possibly she was in danger.

“No. I´m gonna be fine. When it´s for a good cause nothing wrong can happen.”

What she said several days ago didn´t calm him. What she said was only a proof of what everyone knew about his mother: she was lost in her world where nothing bad could happen, without any worries and always having a positive attitude. She was so wrong for taking no precautions. 

He remembered asking a lot of things about the small and childish movement of protest that she had started. And I say childish because she never took any important work with the severity that was demanded; this was not the exception. But they succeeded in their task. How? Like only a group of insistent women could. Women overwhelmed by impotence and pain in their hearts for the abused kids that saw every day in class. Dirty boys and girls with empty stomachs, and a pitiful life. Eyes of innocence that faced all days with fear of a new punishment. All of that moved the trembling and insecure teachers of the kindergarten, with the mother of Emilio leading the guild. They didn´t prevent anything in case they succeeded. And that was a fatal error, he though. The place where the children lived received charity, and the people that worked there used this money to drink and intoxicate themselves with all kind of drugs. One of them had a very heavy charge by the government, and that wasn´t good. 

Where is she? Dammit! It´s getting late, thought Emilio, noticing the irony of the sentence. 

The headlights of a car sweep away the dense obscurity. Relief spread through his body, rushed through his veins. He ran downstairs and then the world seemed to fade with the first thunderous shot of a gun. The second one he almost felt. The third one confirmed his most recent nightmare. They had just killed his mother. He knew, even without visual evidence. He opened the door and found her on the floor, her clothes merging with a dark-red and viscous liquid. Blood.  He approached with a grim look of horror on his face, knelt beside her and wept. No one is prepared for that kind of thing, no one even imagines the pain that eats you inside, no one knows until happens.

It was so difficult for him to see his mother because of the memories crowding his mind. Knowing that she was gone was hardly bearable. Then he just wept while the odor of metal filled his nostrils. By then, the people were peering around the frames of their doors below the frames of their doors, watching, trying to figure out how to proceed. Emilio found the eyes of his mother, still open, and glanced at the pupils. He suddenly felt dizzy as if he was on a rollercoaster going through a tunnel. The image of the pupil grew, but he did not move… that was weird. He felt more dizziness and tried to look away from her eyes, but he couldn´t. The dark of the pupil engulfed him. He fainted.

 

The darkness was so thick he can almost felt it in his breathing. He was breathing that darkness. It all felt so real that he first thought that he had lost his sight, but he realized that he didn´t hear anything or feel. So, maybe it wasn´t real.

“Guess what! The children are in the custody of the government and they are going to investigate!”

That voice sounded familiar. His mother, but it sounded distant, weird, like a dream. A dream of a dream. Then he remembered that she was dead. But, for some reason, accepting that now didn't hurt.

“Guess what! The children are in the custody of the government and they are going to investigate!” she said again, nearly in a whisper. However, she wasn´t there, although her voice suggested that she was near, in front of him. But all was black.

“Guess what! The children are in the custody of the government and they are going to investigate!”

What is going on? What do I do? Somehow, I remember what this is all about. A conversation I had with mother?

“Yeah? And what happened?” asked Emilio to the darkness, holding his breath and waiting the answer of the voice.

“Nothing. Some of the teachers are scared, but I´m not. One of them started crying. Can you believe it? But she is so sweet, like a little girl. And that´s ok, you know? She understands the kids very well. It is something that she enjoys a lot.

No doubt. This is a conversation I had with my mother. Maybe if I keep talking…

“And why are they scared?” he asked briskly. 

“They think they might  be killed”

An explosion of light hit his eyes just after the word “killed” was spoken.

 

“No pulse, no breathing!” said paramedic one with urgency. “Bring the…”

Emilio suddenly opened the eyes. His dilated pupils scanned the face of the young paramedic that faced him. The man was so shocked that his lips trembled. He stood there, his eyes fixed on Emilio.

“What the…? You had no pulse and no breathing just a moment ago. You… How could…?

“She´s dead, isn´t she?” said Emilio with a peaceful voice, the effect of whatever had happened in that pool of darkness seemed to be with him.

“Yes” a second paramedic appeared from the shadows wearing a brooding expression.

“What happened?” asked Emilio before closing his eyes to regain energy. Around him he could hear the inevitable commotion of police, forensic specialist and curious neighbors.

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