It's dark! Please someone help me! ... Anyone? They are close! Please! Help!
You are...
Come here my boy, do not fear the darkness, I am here.
Whose old voice did it know and comfort?
Hmm! It's been a while since I could hear such a compliment! Come on boy, keep me up close. Wait ... You again!
I? I wasn't here yesterday.
I'm a fugitive.
But not just anyone.
I didn't run away from anywhere, or maybe from some, I don't remember!
But my biggest problem is that I ran away from the biggest prison in the world.
The time.
And he hunts me in the form of my worst nightmares! That's why I found myself in the dark, I thought I was alone and they would be chasing me again if it weren't for you ...
O! Beautiful young master, is it only to such trivialities that you owe your tears?
Can't you drown them in beer or a good night's sleep?
They would be back as soon as I woke up.
AND...
What do you expect from me? To flee forever?
Aren't you a fugitive?
I flew once and only to this do I owe this name.
Everyone flees once, and again, and again, we are fugitives from death. Cowards for life.
Are you trying to cheer me up or sadden me?
To cheer you up I would have to be excited for myself and to make you sad I would have to be very angry with you.
Are you mad at me?
No, just with myself, no, that is also not right. I am bad with life as every being does before death.
What an idiot, don't you like to live?
Live or survive? Live well? Sure! Live bad? Who likes?
But without the bad part. How would you recognize the good part?
I already did that, do not think that only you live a nightmare.
A cheerful boy who has never experienced pain in his life can even recognize in his early years when someone is hurt, and not only on the outside, but also on the inside.
You have a good memory.
Thank you, it's inherited. And just as you have spoken before, inheriting something good means having already inherited bad garlic too.
What happens to the boy after recognizing the pain?
He got scared. Fear of being next, since he knew he would be next. Fear of himself and the happiness he had felt so far having his prisoner.
How much happiness did you receive?
More than you think, less than it looks on the outside. On the outside it was bright, charming, rich and rich, the cradle of gold and the silver spoon.
When did your turn come?
Not long after. On a day that should be culturally happy and symbolize the birth of a new year of victory over death. I even won a steed, you know? All my loved ones were there. They started talking about how my parent's body was degraded and how they felt about the loss of my brother.
What happened to him?
He succumbed to what my father also struggled against every day, as I said before, is hereditary.
The price of memory?
From memory, luxury, strength, life.
What happened next on such a fateful day?
Do you remember that I mentioned having won a beautiful and steed steed? Well, that same afternoon I had to put it to use, or just try.
It was big?
Big, strong, stubborn, dangerous.
If I fell, I had to climb back. If I didn't go back up I wouldn't eat, if I couldn't move my legs I would study calligraphy, manners, instruments, and other practical subjects. If I couldn't move my arms, I would read history, geography, police and strategy in addition to many other books.
What if I could mount?
It was punched down. Pummeled on the floor.
Because?
To learn how to fight, fight back and survive.
How long did this last?
Forever, whenever he found himself beside me with a horse. One day the horse broke a paw and died.
And what happened to you?
I got it. I learned that if I cried, I would be beaten. That if one fell the other should rise on his corpse and win the victory.
This is not right ...
If I hadn't just turned around, everything he did was right and one day the same thing would happen to me he just loved me and wanted me to be better than him.
Was it really love?
No, just self-hatred that escaped me.
How did you not break? Did someone help you?
No, nobody came, nobody could come. I was shattered into a thousand pieces and remodeled at will.
At that time I had accepted the situation for a long time, but even so I was afraid, very afraid, not of death, but of life, I knew that if I revealed myself it was not the death I would find, but the worst way of life. The forced. Forced to survive, for love.
I could only dream of seeing the day when my word became law, the day when I would be free. In fact, someone came, it was not beautiful, but brave and innocent. Ignorant, I had no idea what I had been through, I lived a simple and good life.
Did you like her?
For a moment I must have liked it, but for me love was something else. Not the racing heartbeat, but the pain that reaches the bottom of my chest, all I could feel was envy and anger. I was superior to her and yet she lived a better life than mine. He was always cheerful. And still trying to comfort me! I drank it,
out of pure selfishness. Then they betrayed and shattered it, it was like me. And I hated it for the first time.
Hadn't you done this before?
No, before I was alone and sad, but I didn't blame anyone. Those who did not see me help it out of fear, the same fear that made me unable to fight back or run away, he was crazy because of the disease, his heart was cracked by the loss of my mother and brother. At least, that's what I thought until that day. He destroyed it with his own hands. A cheerful and innocent child. For no reason other than entertainment itself.
I tried to rescue her, asked her to stay by my side. But it was too late, she was also afraid to live. To even survive to see another day be born. He took his own life. At least it ended the suffering.
And yours?
Grown up. Hate also grew, not only for my father. The incident opened my eyes to many others that happened every day. Do you know that I got to be happy for a while? I wasn't alone! But I was still alone, so I realized that, in fact, many were alone, together in being lonely in different ways and in different places. Everywhere.
What steps did you take?
None, I couldn't, I didn't have the right, not yet, I was still very afraid. But I continued to hate, I let the hate take the place of all the pain, sadness and loneliness. Waiting for the right time to put it out.
Hoping my fear would go away.
But it was not, and for this reason, when I found an opportune moment when nothing could be caused to me, I acted.
It was an old nobleman who blamed the maid for his own decline. The situation reminded me very much of hers. I beat him up, a helpless old man with no authority. He deserved it, brought it to him. That's what I said to myself. But the feeling was refreshing. I had won, and I wanted more.
Did you really continue?
Sure! Why not? I was doing what I took for granted and there was nothing to stop me from doing it.
I started with children who stole and beggars who fought. An acquaintance gave me the idea of patrolling in search of those who did not pay and soon I caught those who did not obey the laws.
Killed?
No, but it led to death's doors and didn't look back. They deserved it, remember?
I understand. When did it stop?
Never, if I exalt myself, can I make the same old mistakes again. When you grow up you should live with the consequences of your actions without running away. But there was a moment when I opened my eyes to my actions.
Shouldn't I run away? When did you notice your actions?
Are you afraid?
I have plenty.
So run away, and protect if you get what is precious to you.
I have nothing that I consider more precious than my life and you have not yet answered my question.
Since when do you call me sir, boy who only cares about me?
Since the beginning of our conversation, Your Majesty.
There is! It's old age to beat me, forgive me. I will answer your question.
Um ... It was a spring, the same time I met her. He wandered the streets in search of a family of the worst kind. They broke the law and ran away, stole to live and beat regional guards.
And do you know what happened when I found them?
What?
A young girl, at her age, stood in front of the injured father and mother and asked me not to hurt them.
Isn't that a normal reaction?
That was not the point boy.
Since when do you just call me a boy?
Do you want to hear your answer or not?
...
Very well! Listen carefully, the girl was not only the same age as herself but the same eyes, hair, nose, even the same way when sad. She was your sister.
What did you do?
I told her who she was and that I had met her. Do you know what she answered?
Who hated you anyway for hurting your parents?
There is! If it were just that, I wouldn't have opened my eyes to the truth. She told me it was impossible for me to be who I claimed to be. Well, your sister described me as someone fair and who would never resort to violence, because she knew pain well.
Did you ... report it? The girl and her family?
Not! After my eyes were opened I was in a very deplorable state to do anything, they ran away, they continue to run as far as I know.
And you? Did you run away too?
No, I didn't have time, I was released the same day. He was finally gone.
Did you enjoy your freedom?
As best I could. I left hatred behind, which does not mean that the world started to be fair to me, that it was no longer alone or that it was happy. In fact, the weight of my actions and guilt draped my back and ran my bones. But yes, I did. The winds are getting cold, the weather is close, I feel it, better hurry up and go boy.
Is well..
A beautiful story, sir. Sir?
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Sir! ...
Enjoy the rest ....
I am also going to sleep.