Saõ Paulo, 11:43pm, 12th March
Mom laughts. A lot. I laugh with her. Not so much. We are happy. Then I hear a crush from the flat next to our. I hear a shout. And then, someone shots. I hear steps on the corridor. I hear a voice. "Help! He is drunk again" The neighbours. Someone knocks the door.
Mom whispers: " I'll go and open."
"No you won't! We don't need some drunk idiot over here!"
"Maybe it's just the woman. I'll help her"
"You are so brave, mom."
She smiles at me. "One day you'll be to"
Then everything goes fast. The door opens. Another shot. Blood. Loads of blood. Mom falls down. I scream. Someone calls the police. They talk to me. I don't hear them. No. I don't want to.
Saõ Paulo, 20th March
She is not here. I sleep in her bed. She is not here.
25th March
I stopped counting the pills before taking them. I stopped looking both sides before crossing the street. I don't care about life.
1st April
I used to celebrate this day with her.
25th June
It was her birthday.
11th September
She used to bake me cake for my birthday.
31.12.2014 - 00:00
Sometimes forgetting is better than suffering.
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