The mess of things turned from the atmosphere pressure, in itself, it was unstable enough to think of something specific. The pain in his back which was something I almost could not deal with: the passage of time seemed to be apparent in great detail that one sometimes prevented him from standing for several hours. That was the moment when, thrown on the floor tiles Albacete warm spring, he felt that his ribs were fixed on the ground and destroyed, soft, skin, establishing an uncomfortable brush with the clothes. Surely, to stick his head out the window, would be a breeze of warm air that could burn up the tabs. But from the ground, there was little they could do. His brother, even from your state intangible death, was able to control everything and decide what it was that each person should do.
- Enough with all this, Jaime.
put his hands on the tiles to lift the rest of the body, but felt the pressure Jaime's feet on his back. He turned to watch and found that blood soiled clothes and falling like a river to the ground. The image was terror, but that it was a feeling to which he was accustomed. Jaime was watching him with that serious look always the same as what had been characterized from the time they closed the lid of his coffin. That same dark face and was overwhelmed with pain which always appeared so invincible, to remind you again and again that strange event.
- I've always supported at all, Andrew. But not this.
- Why do not you leave me alone for once!
- Because I know what you're planning and I will not allow you to. Not again.
- What do you know you?
- see us not fortunate among gypsies, Andrew. Do not try to believe, perhaps, that you will achieve fool. You know that I know everything.
Andrew felt a cold air that blew in his face. He closed his eyes and rested his body against the tile it impossible to move a single member. Jaime was completely controlled that all the time, seemed to push her back with greater force. The various objects thrown across the room place so changed constant, as if the earth was trembling, but "here does not tremble," thought Andrew. He crawled a few inches, but felt pens and other objects advancing against him, as if to keep him inside there. Her room was turning into his own jail, which could not leave, within which was being tortured. There was no worse torture than imprisonment, knowing that he was only steps from the door and ran down the hall toward the outside oxygen.
felt a loud cry, heartbreaking, shook it and close my eyes. And remembered and did not know why. How long would deny what had happened? How long would have the memory of his brother disturbing the harmony of your new life? He opened his eyes and saw his brother back terrified. He looked everywhere, but no one else: he could not see who that guy was so tormented his brother, even at one time thought it was himself, but could not be. Jaime saw suddenly hit the wall and then fall to the ground with violence, pushed by the hand that appeared from nowhere. Everything happened automatically, without control, without meaning, without purpose. Just heard banging noises and expressions of pain by his brother. Now there were two hands that kept him on the floor, back, as he tore the shirt and kept him on the ground only with underwear. A knife appeared, after having turned the motionless body of James, he began to thrust into his chest again and again and again, some time and, splattering blood everywhere, to the resignation of the boy I had no energy, even to complain. Andrew covered his ears and looked down I did not want to see more, do not know why he was seeing. Jaime was not going to leave him alone.
was a last cry and everything suddenly went silent. Curtains twitched and objects scattered on the floor, fell. Andrew was able to turn around and look at the ceiling, breathing overwhelmed. Jaime was gone, but instead had a large patch of blood stained sheets.
- Until when?
- Until I assume.
The voice came from nowhere. Jaime was somewhere without intention to appear. Andrew was able to get up and saw that all things were returning to their place. Or is that perhaps at no time had been messy and everything had been the product of your dreams? How bad was the head? After all, it was not an issue that had passed at all.
Beatriz had taken the knife, waiting for anything. His appearance highlighted his paleness trembling: at what point he had thought of going to get to the floor of someone who, in itself, was strange enough confidence not to wake anyone else. Hitting everything that was in his way, he went to the door that would give the hall and run through the kitchen, however, the door was locked. He ran to the other door would open directly to the output, but this too was closed. The only option would be to break the glass, but this does not ensure to flee through the small spaces that would leave the glass. He felt mad, ran to the balcony, but then stopped, startled to see the height. Nor would it be a good choice of jumping. But what else could I do? He had the knife in his possession, waiting for Andrew to appear from somewhere.
felt approaching footsteps to it. He leaned against the wall and felt it vibrate abnormally, he was approaching.
- "Beatrice, you there?
Beatriz said nothing. He felt his pulse quicken as far as the steps seemed closer. He picked up the bloody knife, thinking that perhaps the blood of a victim could end up being confused with that of a murderer who would also be another victim ... or perhaps the victim of the perpetrator, the perpetrator of the victim, the murderer of murder that kills the victim ... or maybe he had not done anything and everything was a misunderstanding. Sure, she had wanted to commit suicide and then the court would have wanted to hide the traces of his time not lucidity.
- "Beatrice? I know you're there. Answer me. You just need to know.
The girl stood silent, trembling at every step he heard soft on the tiles. He hid behind the chair, the when he saw the figure of Andres approached the door. He felt his heart beating at its fastest pace he had ever had in your life, when he heard the key that opened the lock. The door creaked open, contained all of its intentions to launch a scream and pounce on it to altitude sickness.
- Beatriz, do not hide. No reason. I will not hurt you. What makes you think I want to ask you something? You should not be too far and will be easy to find. Ah, I see, want to play hide and seek. What fun! But I will find, because I know this place better than anyone, not because of anything I've been living for several months. When I find you, I'll have to give a kiss, this will be your penance. Understood? , Was silent waiting for his answer, as it moved one of the armchairs, OK? Sure, you're smart and you're not going to respond because that would give me a good indication of where you are. But I know you must be here somewhere.
Beatriz heard the steps you would ever closer while holding her breath. It was evident that was not going to stay there all time because, at some point, would be found: the place was not large enough to pass unnoticed. He grabbed the knife. He saw the white socks Andrew, as he moved through the rest of the room looking for her. It seemed strange that he did not bring anything with them, however, gave her innocent image distrust. Never trust too much of a person who seemed so helpless.
- Beatriz. I know where you are, "lied Andrew, to see if she left. Do not go hiding, if they saw you.
Andrew was closer to the chair, moments that she felt it was time to defend himself. He closed his eyes and swallowed all the air as he could that he needed air for so long have been breathing the minimum to avoid being discovered, and looked at the knife that still had a little blood.
- Here I am, Andrew.
- Until you decide to talk. I knew you would not take much time.
- course I have not endured enough. But thou hast not yet found.
- Here I go, here I roared.
foot when he saw who came to her, without looking ahead, threw a knife into the air, which was accompanied by a cry of his victim. He looked again and saw the white sock was stained with blood. He got up quickly to see Andrew, thrown on the couch, watching his torn pants and crimson stain was emerging from his skin.
- What's wrong? He asked.
However, before he could take a step toward him, Andrew stood up and pounced on it to immobilize it. Beatriz, who held the knife in his possession, did not mince in nail on his enemy again, this time, received a wound on the right side. Such was the struggle between the two during the fight that after the attack, broke up with her on the floor and tossed it on the glass table was broken to the moment when the body fell. On the tiles and with the knife still in his hands, tightly packed, Beatriz Andrés stabbed again, producing an ankle injury prevented him move for a while.
