As an slap, I felt and heard the car crashing. He screamed at the top of his lungs, covering his own face... maybe too late. The crystal exploded in a scary sound behind us. The windshield also did, just crashing suddenly to the outside. My head hitted my own hands, his the steering wheel. I saw his cheek starting bleeding slightly. I observed fast, and I saw his lips were broken too while the pain of my head dazed me.

Wait, he really...?—I thought, looking over the broken glass.

Everything got silent.

I was terrified, while Jule was sobbing as an innocent. My hands over my cheeks, pressing them to avoid the panic that was trying to grow inside me. Outside the car, the heaven was dark, all of the headlights over our figure. But inside, the red was everywhere, dripping all over the neck of his sweater. The cold wind started passing through the broken glass, ambulances were screaming at everything. Screaming, screaming and screaming. Pointless and painful at the same time. Jule's eyes kept looking at me, as he would be some kind of statue.

—I told you I was capable—he whispered, about to fade.

I felt the hate growing inside me, I hated him for crashing his own car and then crying. As a psycho, dangerous enough to almost kill us. He said before crashing I would understand everything after, but I wasn't that way at all. I just felt complete apathy to his pain. I heard the sirens get closer and someone opened the door, careless of the breaking glass that came with it. A dressed all white stranger holded his unconscious body. Scared, I left without a bit of common sense.

The streets were so empty and I couldn't remember where I was. I started walking between the darkness. My legs hurt so bad, and in the same way my face did. There was a house with tons of lights and the music terribly louder. The doors were open, so I walked over. It was full of people who were looking at my face without saying a single thing. The only one who came closer was he. It looked afraid, just like the others. But anyway, his hand just pulled me away from there, grabbing my right arm. His eyes looked somehow angry.

(...)

—What the hell?

I laughed at the thought that it felt like the kind of movie I would hate. Just a stranger caring about someone like me. Someone who had lived in different cages, having only bad days with the few I know. He started calling for a bunch of boys who looked similar; black hair, black clothes, some more flashy hair styles. I realised about the guitar on his back. I borrowed my face again, but he caught my hand in the middle of the road.

—You have blood all over your face.

The other boys laughed at his words, but I didn't. I panicked with the brain numb and the though it was his blood. I remembered how I had already rubbed my face then. I stayed in silence, feeling like I was getting paler.

—Are you fine?

I licked my lips, with the dissaster coming over me. Flashes of Jule's face, flashes of his screams and the words he yelled before crashing. My hands were shaking, and I fell over the floor. Seated down, with all of them looking like I was dying.

—He... the blood —another guy asked, looking for his friends eyes—it is yours?

I nodded, without even being sure. The guilt said I should not have left it like that. I was an awful kind of human for doing that.

—No. Is his. Jule's. Oh god. The car...

—We should leave guys —said the smaller one, they exchanged looks and the rest nodded.— Come on.

His mouth was closed and the other guys behind him started leaving as they didn't get an answer from him. He looked so nervous. Biting his own index, he handed me a little bottle of water.

—Were you at an accident or what?—inquired.

I couldn't sip properly, at all. I couldn't even grab the vase and I was making a total disaster. The emotions and voices were running deep down. And the pain was finally waking up. All my body hurted, all my face did.

—Was his fault. He... the car.

Jule's face appeared on my mind, his crying to stop me from all. The way he cried so many times to stop me from going out, from travel, from meeting with some friends. He was a cry baby, but I was the only one scared.

—Crashed the car?

My skin started to feel rough. The blood was getting dried as a layer. Again, I passed my hand over my face, trying to clean it up.

—H- he did.

His angry face, pulling the break roughly enough to hit the car savagely. Like I was being punished just because I told him we must take a time between us, maybe breaking down. I was scared when I asked, so I said it with all the calm I could express. The way he begged, holding on to me and leaving the steering wheel. After I told him to take it back, after I said that I was too busy at school… he sped up.

—He is...? No, don't answer. I think we have to leave.

I got numb after remembering everything. The way it had been real, how somehow I despite it. I had disconnected from reality.

—No. He'll lie.

I imagined the face of his parents. They would blame me, for some reason I was always the guilty one. Everyone would blame me, as the eternal bad one. Even when I was always trying my best, even when I had cared for him for so long. Trying not to leave him behind. His puppy eyes and his appearance made him immediately an angel to others. But he was a devil.

"An I will be the guilty one then"

—But, does it matter? You know it wasn't like that.

—It does. —my voice was stronger but still absorbed in my confusion.

I gasped, feeling dizzy. My hands were shaking more and more, my mind was getting louder.

—But...

—I am the devil one... For them

His eyes showed only pity buckskin to my broken voice. Looked someway tired. But his voice only was slow and slight, trying to convince me.

—Then, leave. Fuck them.

His whisper was so calm, his cold hand separated my shaky hands.