We have all at some point thought about how terrifying death is, but we do not consider how painful it is to reach it.Some choose how their life ends.Others leave it to fate.It comes as a surprise to few.And so with the cycle of life: being born, growing, procreating and dying.But they know something... Life very rarely gives second chances. She scares you and tells you: This is not your end so go and live truly.Life gave Monica a second chance.Yes, just as they read it.His body, passed out from the descent, rested on the giant airy mat of the firefighters, who proudly completed their job: saving lives.Monica was taken to the hospital to do tests and check that she was okay. Principal Griffin looked worried and upset after the shock of losing his daughter. He left his position under the command of the vice principal while he was absent to go with his daughter to the hospital.“She was close.” I sigh heavily, exhausted.“We need a little peace” I entered the institute and hea

A picture is worth a thousand words, right?But what if the image is manipulated... it is modified to disguise what it really says.“It has to be a joke,” I muttered frustrated.The laptop screen showed the tapes, but they were empty, the only thing visible was the blackness that covered the first five seconds of the video to clear up and show me Eliécer with Aly, nothing that I had not seen before, only that in the video He noticed the paranoid and devastated state of the older Peck, he cried and screamed at the person behind the camera, who was more than motionless, stiff. And without knowing who it could be. Maybe Edrien.After Eliécer came out of his psychotic trance he left a kiss on Aly's forehead while rubbing her hair and without further ado ran away; and with it the black recordings."That's all? there's no more?"The door lock creaked, they would open it and I still haven't transferred the video to my cell phone, I looked in my bag for my charger, separating the USB cable fr

"What are you doing here?" Edrien muttered as he saw me walk through the door of his room.“How are you doing?” I responded by leaving my things on the furniture where I would sit to digest his bitter attitude.“What do you care?” he roared sullenly.I smiled, “Very much, that's why I came to see you. How is the wound going? It still hurts?"“If I answer you, you will leave.”“I can't guarantee something that I don't know if I can do,” I threw myself on the couch, taking out the cards for a game, “Shall we play?”He rubbed his 'I hate you' face at me, I snorted, reaching the limit of my patience, I stood up and threw him his share of the cards and sat on the other side of the bed, and pointed at him threateningly.“If you play, I'll leave, okay?”“I'm not interested in playing.” He didn't even touch the cards.“Let's make it interesting.”"As?"“Let's bet Snack.” I proposed, shaking the Snack bags happily.“You will leave later…”“I'll do it if you lose, so I can brag about your loss

“Everything this time has been you.” I denied hurt, feeling a knot in her chest.“My intentions were to be free, not to hurt you.”"Be free?" I spat as rage took over me, I laughed suffering and accepting the truth, “Look at my room, you knew what mom has sacrificed to live in comfort… And that didn't stop you from destroying it. Tell me, did you have fun tearing up our photo album?”He denied regretfully.“I'll fix it.” he promised pleadingly.“I wish you could do that with our friendship.”“Rose, I'm your friend.”"Ages." I corrected and my own voice burned.“I never meant to hurt you.”“It's ironic that you say that when you've already destroyed half my life.”"Forgive me."“Just because of that word, mistakes are made, you never told me the truth and you thought you would solve it; your lack of sincerity, my trust and our friendship; with a big Forgive me. “It’s insulting.” I hiccupped to swallow back a sob.“Please put yourself in my shoes, I didn't want to put myself in danger,

“With Monica?”This had to be a bad joke.“Yes, young lady, your room is on the third floor, hallway B, door 27.” The receptionist friendly informed me, handing me the keys to my new room.Room that I would share with Monica.Definitely, the universe hates me with all its dimensions."Thank you." I sputtered, taking the pair of keys, and following his instructions I find the door. I insert the key and it opens with ease.The room contained two beds, one clean and intact and the other messy and well used. It wasn't difficult to know which one was mine.I settle in my space, and I thank the institute for having created large rooms, I put my clothes in the closet, I personalized my half of the room and two hours after finishing I decide to take a shower, today we would not have classes due to moving.The bathroom turned out to be better than expected, large, clean, neat and fresh. A bath in the tub was an unavoidable option.The foam surrounded my body and the warm water massaged my anat