Chapter 1
Life is something that is not planned; life brings surprises, good or bad. For many, life is something clear, for others it is not; some prefer to be in their comfort zone, others take risks and live.
For me, life is magic, there may not be unicorns, werewolves, witches or things like that, but if you look at it from a different point of view, you can see that love is magic, that dreams are magic. My favourite phrase is: ‘If there is no magic, it is worth dreaming’.
Many people think that magic consists of supernatural things, when magic is in their dreams, maybe dreams are just a projection of your brain, but if you realize, without the dreams, we probably wouldn’t have the aspirations we have, nobody would be different.
Although sometimes dreaming is not so good, you can create a world that does not exist o unreal. They say that madness is just a period of your life, that medicines and therapies will help you, but that’s what they say when they haven’t lived it, when you live it, you see more, you see the wonders of the world, you see the advantages of the world and disadvantajes, you don’t see the world in black and white, you see it in colour, of all kinds, you don’t judge because you are not perfect.
The other people see people with mental problems as if they were aliens because they are jealous of them, because you know that they see more, because you know that those people are perfectly imperfect.
“Good morning” Dr. Coel takes me out of my thoughts, well, time to act. I fake a smile.
“Hello” I answer supposedly cheerful.
“I will take you off the blindfold, but remember, you can’t do anything, there are two guards behind me, “this time his tone is more serious and demanding, but it doesn’t scare me, this asshole has believed every lie I’ve thought of, we have to admit that my lies are very realistic.
“I know, you’ve been repeating it to me for...” I grimace “for the last 2 days”.
“Well then, you’ll remember that if you try anything we’ll come back and not take off your blindfold for a second”
Honestly, it wouldn’t be so bad, I mean, I’m used to being locked up, tied to a chair, with my hands and feet tied, blindfolded and alone. Nothing new.
I move my head up and down. I feel him coming closer, his nervous and sweaty hands on the back of his neck, his breathing in my ear, his heart beating as if it were going to come out of his ribcage; I don’t blame him, being close to someone who has killed people with his mouth only or who has manipulated them with a look, would also scare me.The blindfold falls and my eyes open little by little, at first it’s painful but after blinking, my vision becomes clearer.
I walk around the room and it looks exactly the same as yesterday, a bed in the corner, a small skylight, a small metal table with a small lamp, they may be different objects, but their only similarity is that they are all white, except for the chair I’m tied to, this one is black.
I finish going through the objects and I focus on the three people in front of me, two guards with their faces covered, with military boots, bulletproof vest and military clothes; the other person in front of me, with his hazelnut eyes nailed to mine, is young, at least 30 years old, white coat, black pants, black belt, blue shirt, a paper board between his legs, a pen in his mouth, brown hair, pale skin and a perfect nose.
She smiles at me, but in her eyes you can see the fear, the question, the nervousness and... sadness. What could have happened to her to make her so sad?
Oh I know, his beautiful girlfriend, I bet his beautiful girlfriend with the mental problem ran away or killed herself.
“I’m sorry” I say with a false sadness, if he thinks I feel sorry for him, he’s not wrong, but I’m not sorry for his loss.
“You are good at reading people, I am surprised at you Mirna” he says a bit dazed and sad.
“Maybe I am, but you are the one who has already learned a lesson, some of us don’t care about anyone but ourselves. You must have seen that her supposed love for you was false, it’s not hard to recognize it; that girl just wanted to supply her desires and get out of here, if I remember correctly it was Pat” the sad nodding and tearful eyes “I think she was married, with Joel Candel, you have to admit that the guy was hot, but he was a bastard”.
“Wow, thank you for telling me that I was only your exit pass” he says with sarcasm and a smile on his lips.
“At least you smiled, right?” he looks at me with tenderness; “You know, she went through a lot, don’t bother with her” this time he looks at me a little bit angry, “I mean...it’s not that you don’t bother with what happened...but she...went through a lot” I say stuttering, fuck, stutter güey!
“What do you mean, she went through a lot?” she looks at me strangely and doubtfully. I give a sigh and look down for a moment, when I see him again he is looking at me with a scowl.
“Well, I met her seven years ago...
