It was in the morning and the guy, the everyday guy, was doing his job. For any reason he was angrier that night. He clearly hated me. The what they call conversation went on from 1 am to morning. He was tired, and I was semi-dead. I am not sure why he did not stop because I could not even move my lips to say things that he wished, or I hadnt a hand working, to write what he wants. It was useless torturing me. But he continued. I could not recognize his words from each other; everything was the same for me. I had no sense, even the slightest pain in my body. When things are extreme, senses die. I guess it was about four or five in the morning. I heard he shouted and insulted; write it down! He started brutally beating. I felt pain, in my back and head. Just as he increased his force, suddenly, some lights, from the small window, came in...and in a minute filled the cell by lights..what I loved the most... and I smiled. I turned to him and smiled. I know how did I do that; I know what was it. It was a total silence for a few seconds... He got furious; and suddenly stood up and took a glass he had with him and with the utmost force, hit my head. The glass broke and blood exploded out, and poured down my face. He was not satisfied; and stabbed my chest.. I do not remember the rest. I woke up in the hospital. The sign of the moment that sun rose is still on my chest I have a special relation with sun rise since I was a child, since I left the bed to observe how it is rising, and how shedding lights on the earth and making things golden. cl.ly/ZRKn?_ga=1.240964807.573127290.1417375004
Posted on: Sat, 24 Jan 2015 05:14:56 +0000