Hit the ground had been strong enough to cause an earthquake inside his head, including tsunami. All shaky mental structures and shapes on the ceiling was set aside. When he managed to open my eyes, I would have spent some time that he dared not identify and also could not get up. He feared the worst: that the blow had left him an invalid, who now could not get up and it was the perfect prey for the murderer he must be very close, yes, so it was all planned because he was a coward who had sought to weaken maximum and then have it available and attack slowly. I was dizzy and felt as if the floor were swaying in waves over which floated, as when he been looking over the Mediterranean Sea flying the stars crossing the blue sky reminiscent of Europe.
- Camil, where you are! - His voice sounded anguished breath, turned off, the rhythm of her breathing hard and painful.
But would not respond, Camil was not. Nobody knew where it had been his "roommate." I could not lift his head and his voice was barely audible: he put his hand in his pocket to take your cell phone and call someone. But I had no balance. Hit the ground with his fist and cursing everybody who was going through my head, managed to get up and see that had a significant hematoma in the neck. It hurt enough to keep trying to examine by hand. His face is bathed in sweat and felt a mouth full of blood. Then he noticed that, indeed, had some blood-stained lips, as if someone had beaten in the face. That must have been Caesar was hiding somewhere.
- Sal where you are!
No response. The apartment was empty and the currents of wind that came through the windows he did see some flies circling around the windows, with their annoying buzz and futile existence. The headache made him see everything blurry, perhaps it would be losing all the little vision he had. Could see that the sky had cleared and had a radiant sun that has never before seen in Albacete, was the first time he saw a day like that. He crawled to the couch and leaned her head on the seat waiting for the whole mess is going to be little. Was relieved to feel comfortable for a moment. Looked down at the floor and then ran into the knife that shone on the tiles stained with blood. Automatic way, began looking for a wound on his body that was the cause of the stain was blood on the tiles. Caesar had returned at last the knife, but obviously before he had accomplished the objective which he had hidden. Whole body ached, but found no wound still bleeding. But no: the bicycle accident wound remained closed. Where had left that spot?
was a cloudy afternoon in which Jaime and Andrew were out biking, running along the Avenida Germany to reach the Plaza Bismarck. From the beginning, Andrew noticed that his bike was not working as usual: seemingly the same color as the bike of his brother had played against before the joke that had claimed him, and in circumstances that could not disclose plan, he had no choice but to keep pedaling until, suddenly, the wheel of the bike stopped and lost balance. Jaime had continued its path toward the Hill Prison, of Cumming, at the time realized that his brother was with him. Cycled to return to the plaza.
- Andrew!
Upon seeing his brother, crossed the street quickly, without worrying about the passing vehicles and made a lot of noise with the horn. Nor did it matter much that the drivers had to say about it. His bike was thrown into the other lane, as he crossed quickly to the square where Andrew lay on the grass, unconscious, with the handlebars of the bicycle buried below the last rib. Green grass was stained with blood while trying Jaime do something to remove foreign object that had pierced the shirt and skin. The ambulance arrived quickly.
- How do you feel, Andrew? "His brother was in bed, full of bandages.
- How do I see? Obviously I'm not at all well.
- Sorry. I did not realize that you had left behind, so I continued ...
- It does not matter. I took off the ridge anyway. And total ... "was silent a while it does not matter.
- What would you say, Andrew? Say it.
- Nothing, man, nothing. Easy. Debieses go to the house. You have to take care of: remember that it will be your legacy, "he laughed wryly.
- If you know that I am not there with that. For me, you leave her to you. I do not care.
was one of the main issues of contention: the family heirlooms for which both Andrew and that he had fought for his bad luck, were aimed mostly at her brother. It was something that bothered him too much considering that he was the greatest and everything else. Despite being his brother and have a strong relationship was an unforgivable situation explode anytime. And both already see it coming.
- Camil, where the fuck are you!
Andrew took the knife and put it on the table. He walked toward the open windows that overlooked the terrace and looked around. The doors of the pantry of the terrace were open, someone had brought a bottle to drink. Blood stains had on the floor were an indication that a body had been dragged to that place where the current of wind blowing on Camil dark brown hair, with eyes and clothing destroyed, revealing your skin full of wounds.
was 11 in the morning and wake him back to reality with his pathetic melody as always, perhaps, it was time to change the sound and give another a little more encouraging than the corporate music included in your phone. As usual, I did not get up: it was on Saturday and his best option would be to stay asleep all day, but final exams were approaching and it would be irresponsible on his part to prepare. Since it did not take into account the university for the rest of the semester, at least to do so during the short period remaining. And what a stress it meant having to review their notes.
Upon exiting the shower, saw the door was ajar Camil. Approached to see if your computer was on, speaking Catalan could now understand a little. But no. Surely it would have gone, as usual, without warning. If even in that he looked like James. He entered the room and saw that it kept everything neat as if I had not played in a long time, even found one of the glass vessels had disappeared after Party 2 weeks ago.
- not learn, the man laughed.
He went to the balcony to collect the washed clothes he had left the night before and now you should be dry: for greenhouse windows, and there was an oven. She picked up her clothes and looked at the store that was closed by three quarters, leaving the sight of some bottles of rum that had been lying. He went to rearrange and put them up, but then decided it would be maintain a good choice in that position.
returned to the kitchen and placed in the dishwasher had found the knife on the table had been searching so long and finally had found him just in time to wash and cut a piece of meat that had simmered for last night.
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