POV BLANCA.
I approach the entrance of the institute at a slow pace, Cristian's open arms welcome me.
I totally break down.
I hate crying.
Cristian already says it, tears are disgusting, they are always accompanied by snot, crooked gestures, red spots on the face and false notes in the voice that do not allow us to understand well the very important things that are usually said at this time.
-Quiet my little one everything will be fine I will never touch you again- he whispers to me.
The bell that kicks off classes rings, I separate myself from Christ and Keyla greeted me with a kiss on the way, hurriedly looking for my schedule. After getting my schedule, I am about to go to my first class.
- What is your first class- asks Christ
- Literature and yours- he asked
- I had math and love what is your first hour darling- he asks Keyla
- Just drink mate-
We said goodbye and agreed to meet for lunch.
Luckily the teacher had not arrived most of the seats are available on the way in the middle of the empty benches I sit in a corner of the room I take out my favorite book and start reading it a little while waiting for the teacher.
A question bounces my mind.
Is there such thing as extrasensory powers or gifts?
For example that of feeling the heavy environment as they say. But what is the heavy environment? Can the environment weigh?
All my classes passed normally at lunchtime. I did not appear in the cafeteria, I hid in a tree that is like my best friend my confidant where I have kept the most precious thing in my life.
The last three hours pass normally. When I look at my wristwatch it is exactly 2 in the afternoon I have 15 minutes to get to work.
Hours later.
-Until morning boss-
Walking through the desolate streets reassures me, it is not that I work in a dangerous neighborhood. But you still have to have your precautions when I reach the threshold of my house I notice that Dad's car is on.
I hurried up to my room. My father breaks into the compound.
-You have to come with me!
It was an order
-What happen?
- Do not ask questions. Hurry up.
- I'm waiting...!
-I'm going.
Without saying a word, Dad walked determinedly to the outer door.
- Where we go.
He did not answer, his face was contorted, his breathing altered, he managed quickly, almost angrily, and headed for the city cemetery.
-Dad, what's wrong with you?
We ended up walking for about 5 minutes and I knew this way so well that I knew that we were at my mother's grave.
"See?" My father was beside himself.
I shook my head, I don't understand what's going on.
-What do you want me to see?
-Look well
I look at the tombstone of Mama Lorena Collens. February 14, 2015.
The best mother and wife.
"Let's go," I said, trembling from the sudden terror caused by remembering mom's death. "I don't know what you're trying to teach me."
"Look, she's there for YOUR FAULT," he tells me screaming and pulling my hair.
-Now do you see it?
She sends me against the floor my tears begin to come out. I hear daddy's car drive away
Searing anguish began to suffocate me.