POV Isaac:
-I don't understand what the fuck we're doing here
-hiding a body-I make it less important-let's say someone suffered the consequences of my anger with Eliot
-And why didn't you hurt him instead of someone else?
-Because I sing of the balls-I look at him badly, I hate when he asks questions and he gets like a charlatan-now, are you going to help me ?, Or should I do it myself
He does not say anything else and we begin to get much more into the forest I must admit that sometimes I hate when people interfere in my way, more when I am angry with someone, but the truth is that I do not care I have no remorse when it comes to killing. I always take my victims as far as possible in some isolated areas, forests, mountains or sometimes I just leave them to rot in their house (clearly after cleaning my tracks and pretending to be a natural death)
You may wonder why am I angry? The answer has a first and last name: Eliot preston damn unfortunate when the real Isaac tries to keep me hidden in his mind this idiot comes and makes me go out to want to bury him three meters underground, but then I remember my plan and I make an effort not to throw everything to lose.
-I don't understand why Isaac gave you a name like Matt, you should call yourself Lucifer
-Do you want to shut up your damn mouth? You won't let me focus
-Since when he has to concentrate to hide a body !! - He says half exalted and I want to bury him underground too
-Damn Anker, do you want to shut the fuck up? Because I swear to you that if you don't, you'll go to your grave with that guy and I'm still alive.
-N-no I-I'm afraid of you-he clears his throat and looks at me defiantly but with fear at the same time-you wouldn't be able to do it, I'm a friend of Isaac and he would hate you if you do something to me.
-Can you see that your life matters to me, child? Well no, I don't care and less if he practically hates me brat-I drop the shovel and my body on the floor and look at him with a smile-I don't care because my emotions are dead
-So you don't feel anything? Not a miserable feeling of guilt?
I ignore it and start digging, this time for my luck it was a teenager of 18 years? 19? It's okay, everyone always falls into my games, sometimes I want to take a hit for people, sometimes their heart is so humble that it doesn't distinguish when they have a murderer in front of them.
Anker looks at me with fear I think it is the first time that I was wrong to bring this asshole with me, although more stupid is to agree to come, I take a big breath and drop the shovel to look at him with annoyance.
-What's wrong? Won't you help me?
-Do I have a choice?
-I'm not for trauma child games Anker, you know you have no choice -I give him the shovel and let out a grunt when he doesn't grab it-because you don't think that he was a rapist or did something wrong in his life
-But if he did something wrong, you would have taken him to the police.
-For what? So that they take it out after two days? -I let out a little laugh -the police can turn into shit when they propose, that's why it is better to finish the problem yourself-I start digging while I keep talking-because if you wait for the police do something for you ... then you are waiting for something that will never happen.
I learned that when I saw how the police let loose the stupid man who tortured Isaac for 10 years for lack of evidence and they just put a restraining order, but it worked for me, mothers, I was born from the despair and trauma that Isaac had, no I'd let that fool put a hair on him again ... not again
-alright I'll help you
We started digging Anker had to stop every two seconds because he was supposedly getting tired, now I'm regretting bringing it.
We spent like 3 damn hours digging and it was torture to hear Anker sing it's like a howling dog, I still don't understand that he saw Isaac's stupid in this boy, he's so happy it makes me want to vomit.
-well, we're done so I'm leaving
-I'm going with you-I grab the two shovels and I see that he looks at me confused-What? You won't wait for me to stay with the corpse in this forest
-I don't know, maybe you have a fetish or something similar-I make a face of disgust and he laughs-let's go curmudgeon I'll take you home
-don't take me home ... take me to this address
POV Eliot:
Dream:
-Again looking for me in dreams? -I turn around and see her walking towards me-what is disturbing you?
-to me? Nothing ... I only seek your comfort in my dreams
-but that's wrong-gives me a little bump on the head-you're supposed to let me go, I'm already dead
-I need an answer to everything that happened
-There are things for which you are not yet ready to know-she caresses my cheek-it's time to let go and heal that wound that does not let you continue
-I know your death was not ...
-I know that you are lost and that the only person who accompanied you is dead, I know that I am, that you are lost does not mean that you will always be ... sometimes it is necessary to lose yourself to find yourself again
I was going to speak but I see how she begins to disappear and gives me one last look before someone takes me back to that empty reality
-you finally wake up brat, get up you have a visitor
-Mom? Visit?
I watch him walk out the door without repeating the word to myself I get out of bed with all the damn laziness on my body, I put on a Pink Floyd song to give me a peaceful morning, after all the shit I'm going through I need peace. ..I need to be alone.
-you should consider wearing pants at least
-And what the fuck are you doing here?
Isaac is sitting at the window with a book in his hands there is something in which he is different, not his dead face, I think it is because he has mud on his shoes and pants.
-I already told you not to talk to me like that, and I came because I want to talk to you
I don't owe you anything, I never did you a favor, I already apologized and I have no money-I list and he looks at me confused-if it's nothing like that you can ... jump out the window and leave, and if when you fall you break the better leg.
-How bad for a 17-year-old brat, but no, I came here because I want to offer my help for your research.
-It's homework not research, Isaac
-And I insist that to do the task you must investigate.
-well you are not going to investigate anything or help me in anything, now long
He gets up from where he is and I grab a baseball bat just in case it's not bad to prevent, he walks in the direction of the door and puts it safe ... shit! I'm sorry but I'm not staying here.
I run to the window but trip over a shoe and end up falling flat on the floor, damn I see how he tries to hold back a laugh and I roll my eyes. Damn fool I look at the shoe in front of me and I throw it in his face
-shit-covers his face and let out a laugh-why do you do that?
-It's not normal for an idiot to come and lock my door
-It's normal if you're not going to let me talk-he crosses his arms and points at me with his shoe-he throws me again with something and I throw at you with the shoe
-Okay, I hear you. What do you want?
-I want to investigate with you the death of your friend-she leans on the door and takes out a folder from her backpack-I was able to get the information of her crash, let me tell you it is a miracle that you did not die
How if she could get that folder without anyone seeing it? How the hell does she know that I'm investigating Zamira's case.
<< Maybe you told him at some point?>>
No. Impossible, I would never say something like this to Isaac, and less so, but she actually has Zamira's folder in her hands, I try to get it out of her but she is faster and manages to avoid me.
-Listen to me, I propose a deal
-There is no deal, give me that, what I do is not up to you.
-Listen to me, you want to know what is behind this, right? -I agree not very convinced-I think the best thing is that we talk about it after you go to your session with my grandfather
-Why can't we talk now?
-Because I have to go to my house to bathe and I'll pick you up at the office-roll his eyes and go to the window-I want us to talk privately and when you have time
-Why did you close the door then?
He ignores me and goes through the window, you fucking brat that leaves me wondering but wait, why did my mother say she had visitors? I leave the room and go to the kitchen where I see my aunt Dani sitting next to my mother having a drink. coffee.
If the circumstances were different, I would stay with my aunt and that psychologist would be worth mothers, but I must get that folder and that is more important than being with her.
-But he is my beautiful nephew! -My aunt gets up and hugs me -How are you?
-alive.
-as dry as always, are you staying for breakfast?
-no, I have to go to the psychologist I have my session right now ... so bye
I give my mother a kiss on the cheek and I leave as fast as I can if my aunt had come before this excuse would have helped me not to go, but there is an idiot that I must hit, I still do not understand how this asshole could have that folder easily.
When I get to the office I don't see Isaac but then I remember that he was coming after having my session with his grandfather, you damn blackmailer
-Hello Eliot, how are you feeling?
-You want to know if I found something of her right?
He shakes his head and tells me to take a seat, here we go again sometimes I wonder why I attend these sessions
-What I want is that this does not affect your health and you end up making bad decisions
-oh please, say it without fear-roll my eyes-say you don't want me to be killed.
Making bad decisions is what I made in my short life, in my 17 years my parents made some decisions for me, because they thought I was weak and could hurt me, all this time they have tried to avoid the pain ... but the Pain ended up reaching me and I snatched someone who loves with my life.
I am not willing to go through the same thing but if I have depression or according to them "suicidal tendencies" just for trying to commit suicide, it will not get the idea that something bad happened.
I must not avoid the pain, but face it
-I'll be fine with this, I promise if I don't find anything I'll leave everything and start my new life
- What if you find something? Look, there is very little chance that this is true, of what you say is true ... clinging so much to the memories of that person can do you psychological damage that it would take a long time for you to be stable again.
-I don't cling to anything I just want to confirm what I'm assuming
-And what will happen after you confirm your theory?
-I don't understand what that question comes to
-Let's say that what you say becomes true, okay? What will you do after it all comes out
-live, I guess right?
-And ... Are you not doing it right now?
Silence, that's all the answer I can give you, silence because I don't know what I'll eat tomorrow and I'll know what I'll do after this happens, I just have the plan in mind.
-Why is she doing this to me? Psychologists do not listen to their patients and tell them what is strictly necessary?
-The psychologists try to help our patients both physically and mentally, we want their mind to be stable to create a balance in your life, that you feel that all is not lost, advise and guide you so that you are emotionally stable.
-Well, let me tell you that your work makes it excellent. Do you know why? Because I push myself to continue with this investigation-I head towards the door-the truth is that his work sometimes bores me, but he has good advice I must admit.
I walk out of the office and give a little laugh. Sometimes teasing people can be so much fun, but then it gets boring and the laughter disappears ... God I get bored so quickly with people and the world in general.
<< You lost your spark brother >>
-I'm not going to ask why you look stupid laughing at my grandfather's door
-isaac, if you came
-I'm talking to you for something, right?
-How funny-I roll my eyes-but I want to tell you something before you speak
-I hear you princeso
-I will not see a deal, you will not help me with this investigation because it is something of mine, and you do not have to care what I do. Okay? Now goodbye
Before I can leave I already have it on top of me preventing me from leaving, but who does this idiot think he is?
-Wait, wait, do you think I asked permission to investigate with you? Well no, I didn't.
-And who the hell do you think you are to stick your dirty nose in my songs?
-Calm down, I told you not to talk to me like that
-I talk to you as I win the gift-I push him and I look at him angrily-because you better not go to nose, stick a stick in your eye and leave me alone.
-I just want to help you
-what do you think genius, I don't need your help
I'm about to go but I hear him call me I take a deep breath three times and turn to see him with the folder stretched out in my direction, when I was going to take it he grabs my neck and squeezes it slightly
<< Holy mother of potatoes and what do I spike? >>
-how do you talk to me like that again ..
-as well as? I just tell you how they are, no one asked for your help and let me go
-do not provoke me princess because the consequences can be very serious
Empty promises and threats that is what I think she is doing, I let go of her grip she punched her ... ok I think I overdid myself a bit but I'm not going to stay and apologize
<< A punch from Isaac and cabum >>
AND HERE IF THE COOL IS TO COME, UFF THAT TENSION FOR GOD IS CRAZY WITH THESE TWO WHAT DO YOU THINK WILL HAPPEN? Is the psychologist right or is he a jerk?
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