Ikusa Otome Valkyrie 4

III .- I think I have a fever.

foot swelling has dropped a bit and I can feel and move perfectly every one of my fingers. Before the mirror detect a mark my forehead. Must be the bracelet that is in my right wrist that marks me as I sleep with her arm covering my eyes and wonder if it will be the mark of the murderer inside me. I note that it's ten and a half and I take a few minutes to clean and perfume the bathroom.

The wild hair, dark circles, fever and nasty grin on my face, is a true reflection of my mood. Within two months, and more, will perform thirty-three years and because of my inability to give up my independence of mind, my rebellion, I feel trapped, like a fly in spider's web, in a society that operates with values \u200b\u200bthat do not share. Thirty-three years lost scattered over a sewer grate and blood clots of a slaughter of pigs, thirty-three Añaza, almost, diluted in an endless waste of time.

To make matters worse, now I am unable to because of a stupid fall, in turn, caused by a runaway anxiety to work without adequate calmness and serenity. Much pressure to sell more and more to the game, such as scavenging hyena, profitability for them. Suffering is never free, much less mine. Look in the mirror the picture of ... a failure and that can not be.

home Soon I'll own your own business. The strain has been the catalyst for a revolution my kind of mine and I'll start ... make an effort and not touching the foot down, go against the wall and little by little I get to the wheelchair of the computer desk and from there begin to weave the spider's web where I perish the harm.

Sacred History tells of one who had to fall off the horse to realize the glare of their future and one that said: "If Mohammed can not go to the mountain, the mountain come to see Muhammad." I shave, I'm sick of attacking my face every day, tired of being humiliated me with their aggression. distrust, they think that my accident was not this or that has not been in work hours. Luckily I have the roles of the Samur and Hospital. End of story.

- Please put me Yolanda Aguirre.
- me, tell me.

will bitch. "Tell me." Eight months I've been in business and still makes the interesting and seems to not know my voice. Its designer glasses, her bracelets of gold, so elegant clothes, his style How can that in eight months has never seen the same dress or the same supplements? Where does that money?
Chance determined to live by and has offered to help. Has been to come this Friday evening, that does not work, seek medical certificate and the low pass brings the payroll and cash.

should fix the room and the desk ... I can not. I think I have a fever.