I. ´´Hope´´

I am Hope Deltori, the only daughter of Jhosep Deltori, a baker who died after receiving an alleged stray bullet while heading to his car when I had barely turned three years old, and Margaret Saints, a seamstress who disappeared when I was barely eight months old.   

After finding myself an orphan in this world I was given into the arms of my grandparents Laura and Christián, who were the parents of Margaret my mother.  

My grandparents for some reason after the death of my father did not think it convenient to leave the only place they knew and it was to be expected, they grew up in this beautiful prosperous city called Ebian and at the same time unusual or at least I thought so.  

For many years the three of us lived in his house which is perfectly located in the center of the city, although now they were not rich, but they did live well enough to have a stable life, so I have never lacked anything.      

Life in it was quite busy as in any city; its establishments most of the time are kept crowded which makes it very noisy being this the only thing to a large extent that I do not like about it, before the overwhelming noise I prefer to be at home and enjoy the company of my loved ones who have so devotedly taken care of me.    

My life was particularly very different from that of the others who inhabit Ebian, since since I was a child, somewhat peculiar situations have happened to me, although for me they were not strange at all or at least that's how the grandparents have made me see it.       

My years in elementary and high school were very normal, one might say, except for the fact that everyone looked at me as if they were in the presence of a terrifying monster. 

I imagine you would ask why? So simple my eyes are strikingly different and speak of their light-colored, as I have heterochromia of the iris which makes this different coloring on each fence as if a cat chimera it were, the truth to me alucinaban and I loved, but it was obvious that the other was not at all pleasant, so we are always out of the house he used to carry around sunglasses.       

The truth I never liked to highlight, although it was something that for sure I could not avoid, but if to procrastinate, that's why I always tried to keep myself isolated from others, so during those years the truth I do not remember having made any friends at school and neither did the idea of not having them bother me.     

My grandparents, two extremely loving people who only lived and breathed for me and who have given themselves purely to my care are two of the most important beings in my life and who have sacrificed even their rest.   

On the one hand, the grandmother, who, although she stayed at home, kept busy with the chores that afflict the home and everything that entails, always kept worrying about having our food ready or even helping me with my tasks, so the hours flew by without having rest until she ended up completely surrendered to sleep, sometimes falling asleep in unusual places.   

On the other side was the grandfather who dedicated himself to work so that nothing was missing, sacrificing even his precious rest time in exchange for giving us everything we needed.

Thinking about it, I couldn't tell what Grandpa worked at. This is one of the many strange things that happened at home, although I never really had an interest in wanting to ask because it wasn't any curiosity for me, but I guess his work has to do with something office because whenever he leaves home early he is usually bagged and carrying a briefcase in his hand so I imagined that he works in an office.    

For me, there was only one situation that caused me great intrigue about him and that was that yes usually when he called home and I used to answer the phone he got annoyed, for some reason he did not tolerate the fact that I could get to have some closeness with his work so always in that case who ended up taking care of it turned out to be grandma.    

My only friend I met him while taking martial arts classes, my grandmother thought it was a good idea for me to learn to defend myself and it was during that period that I met Jacob Pentiland my best friend so since then he has always been with me, he is above all my right hand and my grandparents adore him.    

There was a time when precisely because of my eyes the loneliness I form I participated in my trainings what made me even lonelier and it was precisely because of him and thanks to him being the only one who did not fear me that I was able to advance so much in such discipline.   

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On Sunday it is noticeable in the atmosphere next to a tranquility as much too overwhelming morning after helping grandma in the chores and after lunch I go up to my room to rest.  

When I open the door, my eyes stumble on that small shelf that welcomes me to my room, my eyes immediately turn to the new book I had recently bought, in its paste it shines in a bright red color framed next to some eyes that shine in a yellow tone strategically placed on its cover.  

That image was usually characteristic of the works that house inside stories of werewolves by the author Freded Branch, the same subject that make up a great topic of my interest.   

So once in my hands I immerse myself in the pages of that book and enjoy each of the parts that give life to its content while I find myself comfortable on a bench by the window. 

The sun outside shines so intensely on our house making the interior stay pleasantly cozy, the light that dips through the window from the king star shines vividly inside the walls of my room making that perfect moment.   

After enjoying a time of reading alone, I decide to go down a glass of water because the thirst is apodero of my throat for a moment as he was passing by the kitchen I saw my grandparents enjoying the sun and fresh air at the rear of the house overlooking the garden, my eyes were fixed entirely on them, and there I saw them as they were conversing so amenamente that you could still see it reflected the glow on their faces and how much we still loved each other without a doubt their love continued.   

Out of nowhere, grandpa took a rose out of his back pants pocket and handing it to grandma in her hands he gave her a sweet kiss on the cheek becoming that moment one of the most lovingly treasured.       

After drinking water I decided to take some lemonade from the refrigerator and take them to cool down because I imagined that they already had a good time under the rays of the sun, as I approached with tray in hand I could not help but be moved by what I had seen.      

"As I love to see them like this, I would give anything so that they never lose that great love that they profess to each other. "       

Express open those words while they both watched me, a sweet smile and gentle drew on their faces; the grandmother product of my words are tender heart, so I decided to give me a hug and after depositing the tray on the bedside table in the garden, where she wore those two vessels, let me carry your grip as which impregnable fortress was taken up to protect myself.       

A few seconds passed when out of nowhere he said in a soft and very low tone of voice so that Grandpa wouldn't notice.     

"Soon everything will change for you, keep your eyes very open. "       

For some reason my mind went blank and I avoided questioning her, not out of lack of curiosity but out of fear perhaps of her answer. 

Wait and it hadn't been a minute since grandma turned away from me when Grandpa hugged me so well and after also turning away he held my face in his hands looking at me like that with complete pride.  

My curious eyes were riveted deep into the house next door, I was fixed on it for several seconds attentive seeing if I could distinguish something different in it, because I always felt that from her bowels something was watching me and that moment was no exception.       

I was so fixed on her that I didn't notice when grandpa took his hands away from my face and worried after not receiving any response from me, he gently touched my shoulder to try to bring me back to himself while he questioned me.   

"What have you got my girl? Something's wrong, you're feeling bad. "   

"Sorry Grandpa, I was distracted. "      

Then comment:       

"Grandfather that house intrigues me, I have never seen someone living in it and yet it is kept so neat; I would say that every year it is painted because its facade looks so delicate, the lawn is kept so well mowed, it always remains clean, it is strange, it has no logic for me. "      

Both of them were cold when listening to me and for a few seconds they looked into each other's eyes, Grandpa remained silent because apparently that question had left him in shock.       

The grandmother took the floor a little nervously and affirmed:      

"No my love, no one has ever lived there, let's better go inside and make some sandwiches. "       

"But!…"     

I tried to insist I wanted to know what was the mystery that housed that place, but Grandfather stopped me in my tracks as he always used to do.       

"Don't pay attention to it, your grandmother is right no one has lived there for many years, even since before we came to this place. "       

No matter how much I insisted, I knew that I wouldn't get anything from him, so I listened to my grandparents and entered the house with them, but not before staring at her for the last time.     

After entering and eating the sandwiches with my grandparents I went up to my room again, I took my phone in hand which I had forgotten on the bed and immediately I saw that Jacob had left me a message in which its contents contained.      

"What are you doing? Don't forget our movie night. "      

I let out a laugh I couldn't help but think about how annoying that boy can be, despite everything I gave him an answer to his doubt and confirmation to his message.   

"Yes, I haven't forgotten you little rascal; I was with my grandparents chatting while we ate some sandwiches. "      

The word snacks for Jacob was quite a dilemma, no phrase that contained something edible was ignored.      

"Well, I think it's made me a little hungry. "   

That glutton had no comparison so I decided to bother him a little more because there was nothing better than to emphasize the above.   

"Yes snacks, gingerbread cookies and strawberry jam that you like so much. "     

"Don't do that to me Hope, I want some, bring me some, even if it's a spoonful, even if it's the crumbs from the cookies, just don't leave me with this desire that consumes me. "       

A mistake on my part, to mention the cookies and the jam, because his voracious appetite becomes, I could say, quite annoying, I quickly wrote mind afflicted by his insistence.     

"Jacob it is not possible that the instant they mention food to you, your appetite will disappear so quickly, I'm about to think that instead of a stomach you have a vortex or worse a black hole. "     

"I can't help it, your grandmother's snacks are too delicious. "      

"I know, I'll ask him for some to take them to you, so I'll leave you I'll go get ready because I don't want to be late. "     

"Okay, don't forget, at seven o'clock I'll be waiting for you. "      

"OK. "      

That same day I had just met Jacob to go to the cinema, my grandparents didn't like it at all that I was out of the house in the middle of the night, but that day they had curiously accepted.       

Immediately I finished that conversation a silly smile peeked out from the corner of my mouth and removing the messaging application block the mobile thus leaving it almost immediately on the bed.