"What do you think?" Max lay down next to me. We had gotten home and as it had started to rain we both got into my bed. It was amazing how confident Max and I had in each other right now. If my mother saw me in this situation with a boy she would die of nerves."In the earring," I replied hugging my pillow as he looked at it."I've never seen anyone else. There must be a lot, don't you think?" He looked at me."Maybe yes," I yawned a little covering my mouth. "I'm very sleepy, I feel tired from all day today," I admitted, my eyes felt heavy and very sleepy.
When I leave the cafeteria with Oliver I find Max's mother in the hall. I'm surprised to see her here."Mrs. Stuart," I called to her attention."Nish," she approaches."What are you doing around here?" I wanted to know, giving her a smile. Oliver, like me, had remained silent."I just came for some things about my son," she commented to me, wearing loose pants, low shoes and a long-sleeved shirt. Her hair was tied up with a presser and she was wearing a more or less large bag.
Arriving home, I was smiling, the things that I had worked with Max were already paying off, after all Max was another man that I knew in life. Maybe that was the opportunity he never had, his eyes were shining with such happiness, my heart was beating pure love. His unkempt hair, his face, his hands, were things that I could never forget even if he left I would always carry him in my heart. I know, it is sad to fall in love with someone that the days are numbered.Mom was in the garden under the apple tree with her arms crossed."Nisha, can I ask you something?""Tell me."
The next day the news had spread on the front page on TV, about the murder of Max Stuart, the people of the state were moved and at the same time angry at how a person had deprived the life of a boy who had a future ahead of him.We went down to the living room and turned on the TV.Davis, Jinni and Loren were detained by alleged perpetrators of the crime. Max and I were holding hands on the sofa, I was nervous about what would happen to them, after all they were also colleagues of mine.“You think Davis did it?” He scratched his head."I don't know, I feel very confused, but the same police will be in charge of investigating w
I opened my eyes carefully, the first thing I saw was a white light on the ceiling that blinded me a bit. There was movement around me but I couldn't make out well."Nish, are you okay?" A figure stands in front of me, her face is concerned: she is mom."Mom," I uttered, my voice sounding a little raspy."You're fine." She smiled at me a little. My eyesight became clearer and clearer and my ears sharpened. I noticed he was in a hospital bed "You passed out and the officers brought you here.""What?" I put a hand to my head.
The dripping water makes me open my eyes with difficulty. My head ached and I felt like I was pulled onto something hard. When my vision clears and I manage to sit on the concrete, I realize what is really happening: I am in a sewer.How did I get here?I can't remember anything. I bring a hand to the back of my head as I feel some liquid pouring out of it. When I see my hand I see red: blood. I try to stand up but at first it is useless, my body hurts, my legs, as if I had run a marathon. My shoes were worn and dusty. My pants were torn at the knees and my jacket had some holes in the elbows.I blinked several times without understanding what had happened. How did I get here? What happened to me? Did I faint? Where am I? Thinking and thinking made my head hurt more. In the end I stand up
After seeing the letter "M" in the foggy mirror I got scared a bit since there was no one else in my house, well my mother but she was asleep, I went to the living room window because from there I had a lot of view towards the neighboring houses to see if I noticed anything suspicious but I couldn't make out anything else except children playing with a ball.In a way I felt a little relieved afterwards because I thought it was some Loren joke that there was an M on my mirror, but I don't think she is capable enough to play with that. So I took a deep breath and got ready to eat the leftover pizza that was getting cold. I went up to my room and looked in my closet for something to wear, in that regard I was not as selective as certain girls, because I would wear the first thing I found.So it was, I put on
The next day I woke up, I could hear that horrible sound that my alarm clock had, I don't really know why I had never put a better sound, apparently I was a bit masochistic with my ears. I felt that my body was with new energy so I got out of bed and looked on the floor all that I had spilled yesterday at bedtime and I noticed that my cell phone was upside down, I took it, but it was downloaded so I immediately looked for the charger.I listened to the sound of oil in Mom's pans, because she was excellent at cooking anything, quite the opposite with me. That was one of the things I'd miss about Mom if I left home, so I looked at myself in my bedroom mirror, combed my hair a bit, and went downstairs."Good morning mom! How are you getting up?" I asked. In that sense, since I was little, I had been taught very good manners so it was customary to say h